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 ...

In life we have to make choices sometimes right or wrong, it depends but we are the ones who suffer wrong decisions, never ends. We have all made mistakes in this life without them we wouldn't be normal sacrifices we always make be it for real or sometimes informal. So why do people get upset when clearly they know it hurts you? wrapped up in their own little World like glass you can see through. Be it for real or maybe by chance that it can affect all but you circumstance will dictate the outcome this will indeed ring true.. Set aside selfishness in your life people can thrive on the past remember one chance is all you get live life to the full and have a blast. Worry has always been a human trait sadness can thrive in a lonely heart its better to treat others with respect be yourself and that's a good start.