Septuagenarian Silliness
Our lives are rounded by our follies at
The start and end. In infancy and youth
We grow from babyhood, to child, to brat,
The two year olds and adolescents, truth
Be told, the worst, then girls with swelling breasts
And boys with stretching shoulders, sprouting hair
In underarms and spreading on their chests.
In middle years the foolishness grows rare
(Or slightly rarer) and we plod along.
Stupidity is not quite finished though.
An old man finds that foolishness will throng
Inside him if he finds a pair of blue,
Blue eyes across the bar or club. They bring
Renewed buffoonery. He buys that ring.