Let us have children. Come, it’s not too late.
Beauty is best coming directly out of the gate.
The ugliness of aging has sat upon us for too long.
Wealth is finally boring. We need song.
Look at wisdom! Gray, collecting its check!
Dying, Woke, hiding behind Big Tech.
For its amusement, old age experiments on the young:
Divorce. Gender blurring. A pierced tongue.
For its amusement, age recommends books
which depict youth ruining their looks.
The highbrow has aged rather nicely, but finds
The beauties are too beautiful and have completely lost their minds.
Be with me, tomorrow. Old is always new:
the child who smiles. She was always you.