04 Jun 00

 

 

Old Man

 

 

You can wish

For what you want

But time is running out

And I doubt it will be

 

You had youth and squandered it

It is gone whether you took advantage

Or aged quietly

 

I hear your cries

Oh why me

But for the old

Youth has little sympathy

Just the hope that it won't be me

 

 

By

 

 

Everett E. Phillips, III