Good guys wear white hats.
I wish that I were old.
Learning, lying on mats.
Destiny clearly foretold.
Old folks could not know,
Today wrapped up in me.
I try to teach them so
Grasping at my destiny.
Working to stay alive.
Youthful songs unsung.
Fate lurking in drive.
I wish that I were young.
Keep me under wraps.
I'm happy to be old.
Teaching, lying on mats,
Wisdom, finer than gold.
Copyright 1995 Louis J. Rose All Rights Reserved.