Old Mother

This world is not for you old mother
The young have made themselves the vogue
New is what is in
Your experience makes you a rogue
No matter your wisdom
No matter your earned and practiced grace
This shallow world will judge you
By the lines the years have marked upon your face
They count not the joys you beheld
Or the tears of sorrow you have shed
It matters naught to them
The vast knowledge inside your wizened head.

I am sorry you've been forsaken old mother
By the the children to whom you gave birth
In their quest for omnipotence
They've truly forgotten your worth
What folly there must be
In the minds of these misguided youth
Searching in vain for pretty lies
Ignoring your kind offering of truth
How mournful it surely is
That their return to the comfort of your womb
Will only come with their deaths
When they're buried in their tomb.