Seekers of youth, you are fools

As children, your very lives were not your own

Grays and wrinkles, bring wisdom … perhaps

If not, the illusion of wise will pass

Senior discounts surreptitiously appear

The young will happily do my bidding

As I drink and smoke whatever I want

Cantankerous vulgarity will be charming

Excessive consumption, forgiven

Proper manners, a thing of the past

Old age, what a sinful joy!

Satin everything in my cherry wood coffin

And a 70’s Rock party to send me off!