Not those still lean or beginning to shrunk.
Battling their sins or sweating in sun.
Dreary in love, or un-ending tasks.
Bestowed upon them, since dawn embarks.
A reloading roster that keeps them on.
Depriving the creams & comforts they spawn.
But revels in roses, consuming their wine.
Smiles each day more & grows just fine.
Stays top en-listed, in golden pods.
Sleeps happier than ever, in coziest abode.
what offered them, so far & rest,
he offered and wills to, only the best.
Neither writes nor reads,to burden their head.
Neither solves the problems of genius instead.
Lives each day more to live it just more.
Not to progress somewhere or proceed in any meaning.
It’s not the former, who now stand en-raged.
But god loves those who swell with age.