immortal

all wisdom stands before me a scale
as food finds a child to get well
after a drought a natural calamity
with eyes to say normal?
fret not to percieve you to amend
angers and shouts the lord is kind
vain an futile thoughts water
as a quest endless quest to quash
through a birth day fourth july
for i am an old man now imagine me myth
as i back out the ancient an arrogant one
lazy as he is never ready for  a meal
i mean to brag as mealy food
but i hope!it sustains me
yes hope!
alive for many are we now
maybe i am old a gray
maybe immortal