The Mellow Years

 

I was told that age would make me mellow

that anxiety and impatience would fade away

Such predictions brought about a yearning

for the twilight years to pass serenely unto death

 

Not so, let those who forecast such a time

be told that I have grown intolerant and irritable

I excel at being rude particularly in public

and shout at television whenever the news comes on

 

I have become a grumpy old gargoyle

my politics have swung dangerously to the right

My love of military music and uniforms has been renewed

If a revolution is in the offing, here I am send me