& still so little in the world belongs to you

you're not quite of this world but linger on

knowing nothing else to do

you've seen big changes in your time

now gone blind you see no more

but feel the difference all around

& hear the harshness of the traffic's roar

all the years you can remember

there has always been a war somehere

somehow the causes fought for got forgotten

today you are too old to care

mere children a quarter of your age

rush by old fogeys as they stumble

yet sitting listening at your feet

would make us young become more humble