I  a m   too    over-aged
for   adventures   and    acrobatics
but,   self-taught,  learned,  the  best  single-judge
always   prudent  and  practical  and  of  matured  edge.
but  I   find  myself  so  badly  side-lined
by   my   sons,  on  the  plea   of   generation  wideness
a  few  tiny,  immaterial,  exterior    physical  changes
are   quoted   as   reasons   for  our  total   rejections
Truth,  discipline,  duty,  obedience   and   values
are  the    ‘standing    orders'   for  all the  ages
your   petty   life - span   of    fifty    or   eighty
cannot   bestow   in  you   the  powers   to alienate
The   way   the   present   generation   grows  and
the   horrible   foot-prints   their  descendants   would   follow
the   civilization   stands   now   in  a  dangerous  cross-road
the  actual  countdown  then  begins  for  its TOTAL  DOWNFALL.                
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