Oh Irresponsible Me!

Now that I turned irreverent age
Of indiffernt rhythms,-
Sleep isn’t dreaming;
Nor is eating any delight
But calories put back
For reserve: that is my lot.
Now that I turned irreverent age
Analysing isn’t knowing
The past mistakes made
Even as I am homeward bound.
Stop here fool! So speaks
Memory from habits so ingrained,
Lke those prattlers galore
Who lambasted Job in his sad state.
‘ Not while I live, ’ answer I
Now that I turned irreverent age
Don’t for a moment think, I care.
benny