Whoever says that old men are wise

Should really come look at my pa

He’s got a big head about him alright

But he’s as dull as some of us are

He wakes up before the rooster crows

He travails for an hour then

A tasteless meal of cereals and oats

Followed by a workout again

Off early to his meager-paying job

With scores of similar men

Walking, talking, feeling jolly and well

While we snore heavily till ten

He doesn’t keep any phone or tab

Says, “I’m no slave to merchandise”

And when he returns home from work

There’s satisfaction in his eyes

The only good thing he does all day

Is keep from bothering us

But occasionally parts a word of wisdom

And wants us to discuss

But we’re busy with our phones and lives

We snub the old man’s plan

Nevertheless he smiles and says

“Tomorrow we start again”

He’s off to sleep as early as nine

While our day has barely begun

For we’ve got to dance and party all night

And we stop to care for none

We live in the moment’s gaiety pleasure

We’re smarter than the aged are

Whoever says that old men are wise

Should really come look at my pa

When she cared for me

And cooked great food

Hated shopping and said

“Gossip’s no good.”

I knew that she was the one

…

When she knew about football

More than most

And talked for hours

Like a nerdy coach

I knew that she was the one

…

When she laughed at my jokes

Though they weren’t great

And calmed me down

When I was irate

I knew that she was the one

…

When I forgot to wish her

On her birthday

She didn’t feel bad

No sorrow or dismay

I knew that she was the one

…

When she read my poems

And declared them best

And never reminded me

Of unresponded texts

I knew that she was the one

…

When she praised my body

And didn’t find it odd

And told me I looked

Like a Greek God

I knew that she was the one

…

When she was ten feet

And her skin was blue

And everything else was

Too good to be true

I knew it was just a dream