Knowledge

To think, the world's
knowledge all cooped up in the
head of a balding elderly man

He just sits there with his
contented "I know what's going on"
smile resting lazily on his face

He's happy to share it
He's happy not to
He's happy just to be sitting down

So, the world passes him by
and he doesn't mind
What does it matter?

Enjoying the sunlight
He'll live out his days
ignoring the harshness of life

I would like to
become this man
as I grow older