The world is run
by old men,
old men
and their peers,
old men
with experience
and gray hairs
growing from their
ears.
The world is ruled
by old men,
old men
wearing spectacles
and a vacant smile,
old men
a little senile
with skull-
cap spare of hairs,
balding bold
and near
the end
of their ill-
lustrous years
and grand careers
of ingrained ill-
gotten gains.
The world is run
by old men,
old men
ruled by their wives;
so guess who rules
our lives.
©2013 by G. Newton V. Chance
The world is run
by old men,
old men
ruled by their wives;
so guess who rules
our lives.
©2013 by G. Newton V. Chance
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