Grumpy Grandpa

My anger is getting old now
He is not as sharp as he used to be..
Sometimes, he spends too much time thinking
Whether he is really needed..
And before he crosses that shaky bridge, the waters recede..
Sometimes he knows he needs to speak up
But is unsure whether it would be welcome..
Sometimes he is renewed with a new vigour
To act against the Unfair..
But he chooses beer over another futility
He doesn't like to go out and get noticed
And he is rather grumpy about having too many visitors
He would just prefer avoiding all the provocation
Fights tire him now and Patience is getting too good at it.
He doesn't mind the calmness, he doesn't miss the restlessness..
My Anger, is certainly an old man now.