Now that I, myself, have grown old and gray, / May I take a moment to say, / A child doesn’t understand how we got this way. / But they’ll learn. They’ll find one day, / We’re not as old as once thought they. / But until that revelatory day, / Kid, do me a favor; shut up and go away.
Now that I, myself, have grown old and gray, / May I take a moment to say, / A child doesn’t understand how we got this way. / But they’ll learn. They’ll find one day, / We’re not as old as once thought they. / But until that revelatory day, / Kid, do me a favor; shut up and go away.
Thank you. The Curmudgeon.