Words are appearing in a line on the page
I wish that I had been born in the Victorian age
When all the world had been a stage
Then great words might flow upon this page
As if I was born in the golden age
Offstage I hear the still small voices of a younger age
Voices not worried about the minimum wage
But I am here in my older age I feel like a squirrel in his cage
Words are flying around and around in my head like the space age
but they are not making it to this page.