I'm not ignorant
I'm just lost

I ain't young
any more
time has spoken
but I don't deplore

you'll see me
at the dance-hall
in rhythm and rhyme
unfazed at all

I'll be at the village-fair
to taste the latest ware
and admire the ladies
in their best flashy wear

if invited I'll go
to the stage to sing
though not a good singer
I'll give my everything

don't you say to me:
I'm too old and a useless thing
my heart is the green meadow still
I'm as buoyant as the brightest spring!

I want to be useful and helpful
not selfish, famous or powerful

When I'm too sure
I begin to doubt
it could be illusion
that sets this about

Do not believe

so much in others

that you no longer

believe in yourself