Old Head On Young Shoulders Poem by Chris Tuscano Harris

Im an old head on young shoulders my father once said

fewer and fewer like me I do dread

Our race will vanish without a trace

Culture, tradition we must embrace

Long gone are the times of humble and proud

Now all I see is obnoxious and loud

To where we have been and how we have coped

Be proud of our achievments Im sure we all hoped

As a world we are failing its easy to see

Technology helps us but our minds we must free

Im bored Im frustrated Im angry Im sad

This selfish world is driving me mad

Im an old head on young shoulders my father once said

His wisdom I envy, his footsteps I tread