The One Who Tells Me

The one who tells me I waste far too much time On thinking of and composing doggerel rhyme Is one who does not know of live and let live And advice never listens to though such he likes to give Yet to meet one like him one need not have to look far Suppose like 'tis said we are what we are Some men they grow older they never grow wise And that others too have feelings they never come to realize They only look for flaws in others and self never come to know And with the passing of the Seasons sillier they do grow The beauty in self enlightenment they do seem to miss It does seem quite true that ignorance can be bliss To give free advice he goes out of his way Yet none ever pay heed to what he does say.