There’s no one wants to talk to you, old man –
Quit looking: there’s nobody coming here.
Oh sure — I’m just a voice inside your head,
But one who speaks the truths you’ve come to fear
For this is what life is: it is a sport.
And sports are the young, the strong, the fit —
And you? Just what the hell damned good are you?
Whatever “it” might be, you can’t do “it”
I do not want to hear this anymore;
I’m me, and I don’t have to hear your voice —
I won’t give up on life; I won’t despair –
To live’s a right, and it’s my sovereign choice —
That’s fine, old man. You’re noble, not some bum:
Just keep your watch
For those
Who’ll never
Come