Wise Men Never Age Poem by Maniraguha Ferdinand

They say I am a grandpa

My hair is grey I admit,

That's sign of my wisdom

The walking stick that keeps me aging.


They say my time have gone,

IG, WatsApp I am out of their type,

Mine is holding my pipe

Like a grave on strike

Let's see your choice son

Now old men we are waste

Because of six packs on your chest.


IG and all newcomers will age,

Feminists, nudists will rage

I will go on sittin'in my cage

Paging through pages of time

Because wisdom is for elders

And wise men never age.