Irrelevancy                 

The gain of sagehood srouts from ageless
Wearer of grey hair,having long occupy unrealistic
Stills, in throneless kingdom,in rapid slippage.

His silly,in hastment, robbing him the recipe for livelihood
Stricken,but ravishing - this he presumes
Ill-structured, off-course,moment in shadow chasing.

The wrath of penury,frogly leaped into the home
   of this host
Wreak havoc, to bottomless, the plans of the wiseless
And hold,in irony the concept of the tragedy.

Old age, as passing wind;wisdom, yeast of glory
Like the deepst depth,  so in folks that love her
And her grace,not surety for old age.
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