The one who tells me i waste far too much time
On thinking of and composing doggerel rhyme
Is one who does not know of live and let live
And advice never listens to though such he likes to give
Yet to meet one like him one need not have to look far
Suppose like it is said we are what we are
Some men they grow older they never grow wise
And that others too have feelings they never come to realize
They only look for flaws in others and self never come to know
And with the passing of the Seasons sillier they do grow
The beauty in self enlightenment they do seem to miss
It does seem quite true that ignorance can be bliss
To give free advice he goes out of his way
Yet none ever pay heed to what he does say.
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