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Ye Olde Tyme - Older But Not Wiser I once had dreams of growing wise, With furrowed brow and knowing eyes. But now I’m just a little sore— And can't remember what I'm sore for Getting older, not wiser, that’s my style, Making the same mistakes mile after mile. Gray hairs and wrinkles, but my mind’s still a mess, Growing up’s a myth, I confess. Yet still I laugh, and drink cheap wine, And pretend that my life’s by design. If wisdom’s out there, it’s too sly— I’ll die confused, but pie-eyed high. ] My knees now squeak like haunted doors, I grunt just bending to the floor. I've lost my keys inside my shoe, And tried to pay my bills with glue. Getting older, not wiser, that’s my style, Making the same mistakes mile after mile. Gray hairs and wrinkles, but my mind’s still a mess, Growing up’s a myth, I confess. Yet still I laugh, and drink cheap wine, And pretend that my life’s by design. If wisdom’s out there, it’s too sly— I’ll die confused, but pie-eyed high. The wisdom, though, was just a myth— I still confuse “their,” “they're,” and “tith.” I thought life’s path would clear with time— Instead, I rhyme with “time” a lot. …Crime? And yet there’s comfort in this mess, The sweet absurdity, I guess. For though I’ve aged, and grown more dense, I laugh now at my lack of sense. Getting older, not wiser, that’s my style, Making the same mistakes mile after mile. Gray hairs and wrinkles, but my mind’s still a mess, Growing up’s a myth, I confess. Yet still I laugh, and drink cheap wine, And pretend that my life’s by design. If wisdom’s out there, it’s too sly— I’ll die confused, but pie-eyed high.