The uncles are on the green bench.
They have a right to discuss politics
From a newspaper page, aggregates
Of human affairs,that have no faces.

Those little fingers they had held on
Tight for years, before green bench
Are beyond the green sea practising
Greenbacks ,stirring greenest envy
In aggregates yet not greenbacked.

Tiny fingers,now ringed and stubby,
Hardly seem to question dads’ right
To talk aggregates on green bench.
They have a right to the big picture.
In any case the fingers, now stubby
Have no green views in the matter.