It's about the inevitable facts of ageing and the difficulty in seeing a new generation.
|Ay!The Ageing Envies of Time!
The elderely heads of silver threads,
Their prune noses sundried and critical
Of smoothed youth ripened and blooming.
Languidly hooded eyes,
astute and exacting of
healthy demands for gold fresh hands.
They open pruning mouths
And exhale the hushings to those saucer eyed kids,
Curious whys and hows from youth red lips,
Keeping them kids was the aim.
As they grow taller like stalks,
And louder like pounding drums,
Displacing the cronies once centred,
Now bouncing off jagged uncertain corners.
Ay!The Ageing Envies of Time!