small, mean,of a frigid mindset
you sit on your pile of obscure knowledge
like some old decrepit dragon

where is the joy, the love


harsh words and scathing looks
you wonder why few come to sit
at your feet

where is the love, where is the joy

you are a breed dying,
simply for wont of trying
something new and different
once the golden child
now you are dressed
in dullard's clothes
and atop your pile
of worn out woes
you sit, a caricature
in a defensive pose

having lost the love,  the joy

your opinions are outdated
and put simply ...on the nose

retire gracefully...
before you are bulldozed
like an old statue
whose point and meaning
nobody knows..

your time and place
has been and gone
for god's sake
realize you are
an antiquity
and move on.....