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
Frank Solanki 