a little ditty for those over fifty you think your day will come, when you can relax sit in a chair and say I don't care I have my cigar and I will smoke I might even take a toke a token of gin and upon my chin will dribble smoke and dust a dusting of gray and a bearded trust a sense of wisdom he must have look how cheerful, how grand he sits upon a slab a throne he has outgrown for he rises tall against the back oh, for a better word, I do lack but respect and gratitude I convey as the spectators gather and make their way to ask me the meaning of life and I will tell them it is full of strife living is for those with work to do work hard to make the best of you learn all that you can how to feed and grow the land into productive resources to feed the wilderness the wild things knew and if you succeed you will have a land of plenty diversity of cultures in the soil a diversity of elements in the air and clean water in which you can drink and swim