October 3, 2006
Old men who cannot rest
Who put their nations to the test
Who think they want to give their final best
Old men with skin that sags
But blunt tongues that whisper, wag
Give no time for fools that lag
Except their sons.
Old men argue old debates,
Harping bridge and water rates,
Old friends’ mates but enemies hate,
Across the seas you are like me,
But views alike we cannot see,
Beat to the death – though we’d really be,
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