Old Man
What are you afraid of,
Old Man?
Is it my passion, my beliefs, my ideas?
You would say you aren’t afraid
Of a little girl with big ideas but
When you show me your anger,
You reveal to me your fear
When you remember when you were young,
Old Man,
Do you really remember?
Do you remember the hope and the fear and the yearning
To be listened to
To be understood
Do you remember wanting to change the world?
It isn’t about me at all,
Old Man
You’re just afraid of losing your power
In a world you wrecked.
You’re afraid of a future you aren’t part of
You’re afraid of being forgotten
We will forget you,
Old Man.
The only utterance of your name
Will be with scorn
As we mock the decisions you made
And the ones you were too afraid to make.
When we have your power,
We will make those choices
We will fix the world you cowards wrecked
Do not be afraid,
Old Man
In your place,
We will do Nothing
and Everything
You wouldn’t do