I am older than Methuselah…: A poem 

I am older than Methuselah 

I am younger than the future 

I can gladly sing: Shalala! 

For I always see the bigger picture 

I am wiser than Solomon 

I don’t get impressed by con 

Like Enoch, I converse with the gods 

Yet, I am my own master and lord 

The devil, to me, is only a sod 

He can’t put me at any odds 

Enki may have watered the place 

But I think he was a bloody disgrace 

Men are only as good as fish 

They should be given a hasty miss 

Light came first, but will it last? 

It sinned against God much too fast 

I know my glory is in not wanting reward 

Money and power are the root of discord 

I owe my dignity to Mum and Dad 

The integrity, they taught me, is no passing fad 

Above all, my most beloved Sarah’s face 

is in my soul like a precious lace