Patti McGrath,Older One's</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=46.htm>Patti McGrath</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Older One's</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>When I see grey hair and wrinkles,<br>I want to cringe at the sight.<br>When I see the elderly put up a fight,<br>I want to say go home, bury your head out of sight.<br>When I see an old person walking slow,<br>I want to give them a push, and tell them to go.<br>When I see an old person wanting a seat,<br>I just put up my feet.<br>That is what I see everyday,<br>People treating the old with dismay.<br>The young having their way,<br>While the older person can't have their say.<br>How can I change the way of the young,<br>When all their friends laugh at their jokes and fun.<br>The world will still turn,<br>And people will still continue to make fun<br>But I will carry on my work,<br>To try and change people that lurk.<br>My grandmother would be proud,<br>Of her granddaughter now,<br>For her words of wisdom haunt my soul<br>And I am glad to have told.<br>Old people are not old and weak,<br>They have a lot to offer and can speak.<br>So when you see an old people, don't push them away,<br>Sit and talk to them today.</b></font></p><hr color=0000ca size=3></blockquote></blockquote><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>