Lo do I regret a grieve without rhyme or cause,
Simply a simnering rage at old age
Inciting sorrow at lost youthful craze
Lacking even pulpit or ridulous stage.

All the delights missed by worthless charge
All the lost Joys of later elder cage,
Because of cargo not loaded on youner barge
Can Anyone remember the idealistic garbage?

We define the emptiness of advanced years
By the lack of Produce of youthful deceit;
The Dollars earned and Jobs complete
Now unrecounted, leaving only the fears.

Destitute be the brain of Man
When not filled by either Joy or Plan,
Age leaving neither in full stand
And counseling not effort or rand.
. Lawrance George Lux 2009