The Last Laugh
The vastness of my doting age,
Grants certain liberties,
My mind is free to come and go
At will, just as I please.
Three score and fifteen years I claim,
Far beyond youths' comprehension,
I know they grin behind my back,
In self-righteous condescension.
As babes, they run computers well,
And are said to be precocious,
But, as youths, they can not write or spell,
And their grammar is atrocious.
They jump to bells and buzzers,
And do "Paviov's" at a beep,
If something is malfunctional,
they panic; then they weep.
I hide behind my wrinkled face,
I'm convulsed in silent laughter,
For I've got knowledge in my bones,
That they will never master.
I know the why's and wherefore's
Which came before the how's,
I know the art of reasoning.
Learned patience from "not now's."
They think I am quite gullible,
That I've become simplistic,
Amused inside, I shake my head,
they're pathetically sophistic.
I hope they'll get some wisdom,
As they proceed along life's path,
I doubt they'll get my humor,
Or know the best of laughs is last.
Copyright 2000, Virginia Ellis
(used with permission)
Ginny's World
To go into The Fall Of Our Lives
