Even as time yellows me,ecstatically it mellows me and I am unchained from the rage that curtained me,drawn and haggard though I be,
I bear it with nobility and sensibly I keep away from fights I fought back in the day.
It is the way of it and
I don't mind a bit,I turn into my ancientness with pride and some finesse,
I shall become the elder statesman,though without a state and freed from jealousy and hate there will be
no finer referee.

A statement from the floor.
'We,
the gentlemen abhor your rhetoric it makes us sick,you've picked the bones of all that was and just because age threatens you,are we to believe that what you say is true?'

The floor is somewhere that I've been before,in the gutter and I swore to rise above,not look behind and may I remind the one who gives the statement that one is able to repent and put away the fruitless tasks of yesterday.
I say with all sincerity and gesture most transparently in order that you may see that this hot air expanding rapidly is absolutely and sincerely nothing whatsoever to do with me.