In time our bodies start to age, there is
No purpose to rant or rage, oh! really
Venting our spleens at all three Fates seems just
Irrational to get irate. So with
Snowy white or greying hair we become
Invisible; do be aware the young
Behaving like we don’t exist, will 'I fear'
Leave us feeling pissed old friend… The
End, the end, the end.