Lack of Respect

Sound
Fills my ears
Only to grate
Upon my mind
High, uncertain, unintelligent
Dressed with fake style
Jerky movements
Steel straightened back bone
Hands that flutter
Voice that drones
On and on and on
Pale walls
Closing in
Slowly dying

Hair cropped short
Lines clawing
The once young
Firm skin
With age
Wisdom did
Not come
Time flows
Not in reverse
Mock not
Its passing
With a costume
Of youth
For none are fooled

Stop thy tongue
Hold it
And be silent
For thee hath nothing
That could be mistaken
For knowledge
Or wisdom