When i turn ninety
I shall be very naughty
Not accepting the world order
As given because i will be older
Experiences of pain and pleasure
Stored in vaults of my soul like treasure
I will be practicing Yin and Yang
I will be so old yet young
Now at fifty six
The world i can't fix
But i ve already started down the spiral
And to wonder why from Cape to Cairo
There's artificial iniquity
A world order based on the trinity Want to know now because at ninety question will be hung
I will be so old yet young
Let me ask the odd question
Let me have my session
As i am growing young with age
This is the stage
I ask withount rage
No need for snarky smart Alleck know it all comments on page
After all poetry is written not sung
Let me be, at ninety will be so old yet so young
I will be so old yet young
So old yet young
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