‘We have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.’
– G.K. Chesterton
That young upstart
Upstairs, making
Galaxies with words,
Redeeming worlds
In a long weekend.
He needs to slow down,
Some of us have busy lives.
We can’t be doing
With all this wonder, we have
Dullness all our own
To keep us occupied. That
‘Father Eternal’ – he don’t
Rely on no pension.
If he had our
Rheumatics, he’d go
Lighter on the joy,
And less of the peace.
He should stop
Disturbing honest citizens,
Or the not so honest,
Come to that. And
Those angels of his:
Less racket, please,
Come Christmas night. No
Consideration, just ‘cos he’s
Divine. Ought to see sense,
Like we have,
Eat that apple.
Bit of sin, bit of
Growing older.
Some call it sinning,
I call it maturing.
Thinks he’s too good
For the likes of us.
Hasn’t he heard of
Respect for your elders?