Your old body probably with a young soul
We're not so different you and me,
perhaps,
as I think I start to know how it feels,
clinging to the glory of the fountain of youth.
Yet what should be imparted wisdom doesn't come naturally,
it doesn't come certainly,
certainly doesn't come through your disapproving glances,
or through your continuous effort to invalidate the youngers.
Probably we're not so different you and me,
as I think I start to know the temptation,
the temptation of void self glorification,
a route I think created by the pestering need of self validation,
Yet I don't think I'd choose what you choose,
as much I would think I'm capable of,
I'd choose to learn,
rather than opposing the newborns