The business of being uncle and grown
The age thing people see from behind
Makes you feel gray with the wet lips
In a devil may care world of nephews.
You spot a pair of green horns on head.
Congratulations on new protuberances
Looking gorgeous in morning shadows,
Ideal fit in holes of family photographs.
You will go on shining your silver hair
And eyebrows raise new wheat straws ,
A golden brown of summer’s sparrows,
The business of being grand old geezer.
Old man is a paltry thing between ears,
Wild stone smelling burr and butterfly,
Just a stick with laughing pot for head
With repeat jokes about old village fart.
(remembering W.B.Yeats’ old man is but a paltry thing )