I'M An Old Fart Two Ag'Ed For My Dead Over Dew Part Poem by Michael Gale

Ah yes a hint to thy truer true age of thine...
In high school days there t'was Armstrong and Pablo Picasso.

How i miss those days of yester year...
Aged i am so far and not long left here.

Etch a sketch and hoola hoop and Mr. Potato Head and bubbles blown hard...
No video games by thee i've never in that years due play but only war and fish in cards.

I am way too aged...
Death is soon by noon way over dew on grassy glassey eyed old nodes and saged.