I have a brand-new name,
A name conferred upon me by old age,
A name never difficult to pronounce,
A name no one struggles to define,
A name easily called by little children,
A name familiar in every society.
That name is called Papay.
Old age has endowed me with this name,
Old age says everyone must call me Papay,
Old age says I deserve respect as Papay,
Old age says I must advise the younger generation,
Old age says I must blow Solomon’s trumpet,
Old age says I should caution political muppets,
Old age says I must raise the flag of truth,
Old age says I must look beyond outward beauty,
Old age says I should not worry about worldly things,
Old age says everything in life is vanity.
Old age says death is a matter of reality.
Old age says life is a one time opportunity.
And old age reminds me
That the journey of life has its limits,
That the days ahead are fewer than those behind,
And that my appointed time
To depart this world
Is gradually drawing near.
