I know what you, you and you know…
Shuffle it again, and some seeds I sow
In thought I cough, and splash more ink
For I know what you, you and you think.
Sometimes I seek to flatter beauty
And love seems nothing but fun-rhymed duty,
Altering the words I do, and edit many times
Make fun of others in satirical lines.
Aged and bald is my hoary head
Tossing in glory I lie on my bed
Learned and respectable, you all accept me
But lunatic with age I am becoming you see.
Hard I try not to fall a prey
But grey cells deplete,
It is not
in my say.
What you, you and you know,
now
I just cannot say.
And you wonder –
Did wisdom really walk your way?
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