Old Man…

“Sympathy” by artist Briton Riviere in 1878.

I have reached an age where..

I am no longer inclined to have any regrets,

I no longer have luxury of time to repay any debts..

I no longer feel the necessity to humbly explain my moods,

And I no longer have the patience to hear the banter of fools.

I have reached an age where..

If I take example to the Radio National programs,

Where I am encouraged to enthusiastically embrace,

A new age of inclusion of every strange stripe of disgrace,

Of every stupid absurdity and its accompanying research data’d,

That proves that much older saying of a fool and their money soon parted.

 I have reached an age where..

I feel it is hypocritical to hand-wringing empathy show,

When there’s not a bloody thing we can do or can ever bestow,

That would change the course of history to return what once was stole,

And this seeking of the universal perpetrator of those universal crimes,

Is little more than bourgeois sympathy for a “feel-good” P.R. show,

And perhaps a tad subliminal guilt for their own entitlement allows,

Where we see their own elites have a “Let them eat cake” attitude I’d avow.

Yes. . .

I have reached an age where now..

I am no longer inclined to suffer those regrets,

I no longer have luxury of time to repay any social debts..

I no longer feel any inclination to humbly explain my moods,

And I no longer have the patience to hear the idle chatter of fools.

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