The Tired Tune Of The Old

The old ruled with this golden rule For long years sans a fair number That one cares now to remember, A rule taught in no-question school That has the same tune for long sung: Far wiser we are than ye young. And the youth in a mute respect Has maintained a cavil-less mum, And treaded a much-trodden tract Oh for generations to come; Who, when old enough with own brood, Have found this ploy ah pretty good! And this concert goes on for long— The tired old tune, a dead ding dong! ______________________________________________ Sonnets | 09.01.05 |