Elder, Dearest Poem by Chancellor Nelson

Elder, Dearest



When I am old and decrepit
I shall be critical of youth.
I will wag wrinkly, hardened fingers
At any trespassing children that
Dare step foot on my lawn.
And I will sit on my porch
And smoke my herb from a corn cob pipe.

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