An old man came around and with him were
his grownup son and grandson. What the fig!
I know I’m old, but how old must I be
when geezers with their kids and grandkids still
are young enough to be my children? Geeze
Louise! I know I’m not a kid, but still,
an ancient, old, decrepit man who’s young
enough to be my son? It’s true. I guess
I must be really, really, really old,
an ancient mariner, a grey-haired loon.
And yet I’m still a kid, a neophyte
who’s still in school; a child not yet grown.