You will go on shining your silver hair
And eyebrows raise new wheat straws ,
A golden brown of summer’s sparrows,
In business of being grand old geezer.
Old man is a paltry thing between ears,
Wild stone swirling burr and butterfly,
Just a stick with laughing pot for head
With repeat jokes about old village fart.
(remembering W.B.Yeats’ old man is but a paltry thing )