Based On A Lie

The praises of youth by many are sung 

But it is surely a fallacy only the good do die young

Since so many good people do live to die old

And the stories of their lives deserve to be told

So many good people from their hometown never travelled far

And in their younger years never fought in a war

Though good and honourable people in their own way

They are not the admired of the World of today

The wealthy and famous so many admire

And just to be like them in life their desire

It has never been a World  for the poor after all

Their names never seen as worthy of recall

But that the good only die young is based on a lie

Since many good people of old age do die.