Some Men Don'T Grow Wiser

The stories of their great years by them often told Some men don't grow wiser they merely grow old That age brings with it wisdom to them does not apply Why some do not learn from living one must wonder why Their unsolicited life stories of their greatness with others they like to share Such silly old windbags not easy to bear Their three favourite topics are me, myself and I Too old for to get sense and not ready to die To me just one more ordinary old windbag I care not if he kicked the goal that won the flag Which made him for awhile the toast of the town Suppose he did have his moment of renown Yet so many like him who like to waffle on Of their glory days in decades long gone.