Old People Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Old People

Old people

I don't like old people,
Though, mostly,
In public and alone,
I am the oldest one!

Old people are selfish,
Most of them egoist,
Unaware, stupid!

They think that age number,
Is a sign: "Privilege of wisdom! "

I agree with David,
Major in Israel,
Not David of the Bible,
That hero is made up,
He is like Angelo's,
Statue of Marble!

David was in danger,
Had to go, disappear,
From the MOSSAD,
like me and SAVAMA!

Israeli?
And Iran?

He was kind,
Devoted,
Full of care.

His wisdom was simple:
"Knowledge comes,
Not from birth or age,
But from experience."

"Man retires, " he mentioned:
"From a bank, gone-returned,
While a young eighteen-year,
Has traveled, is a well-versed,
Which deserves more respect? "

Wednesday, January 3, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: hero
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