Laugh at all those ghosts who   gloat and leer

Because the rate of change has been so fast
The newspaper are full of new advice
Older people living in the past
Were frequently admired for being wise.

But now I hear folk say, I’ll ask my child
As if they are afraid to take a look
As if a laptop is an untamed beast
They cannot hope to  understand the books.

So stress increases as we age and shrink
When we would love some  praise for labour done
The papers tell us what to eat and drink
And how to exercise  yet have some fun

For humour is an antidote to fear;
Laugh at all those ghosts who   gloat and leer