William Sinclair Manson's poetry

Why do we grow old and vain? complain about the economy mumble about the rain? suffer from sore joints hardly get around trying not to stumble struggling with Sounds. Running after children bailing out our kids vacuuming the carpets pots without their lids! Having to mind the steps just in case you fall memories so vivid getting harder to recall. Standing in long lines for money we are due worried what's on the tele sometimes feeling blue! Sleeping every moment you sit down on a chair wondering why your old and do people really care! Chatting to the neighbours having tea all day hoping as you age you still have things to say! Old age has its good points I can name a few sophistication and elegance the ability to chew. Honour and respect are ultimately yours playing with your grandchildren travelling on tours. Educating young folks giving them a chance playing them old records ...