I WISH THAT I WERE FORTY
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I wish that I were forty, or even years more;
If every man was forty, there'd never be a war.
Old men can't know everything as all the young men do;
Perhaps this is the reason why the young men are so few.
I can't stop mothers caring, it is a mother's role,
As salmon will be instinct led to reach their spawning goal.
Young men are rash and reckless, pawns in old man's game,
As moths that go to happy death when drawn to flicker flame.
If wise men over forty years were ever called to war,
They'd turn their guns around and ask what are we dying for;
But youth is rarely prudent, young blood runs hot as fire,
Their blood the fuel that old men use to light their funeral pyre.
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