Dealing with cuckoos

We are old and puffed up with silences. We do not want to hang for others money.Let us be .We are used to long silences and we hang in on our higher language and sardonic laughter, not quite caught.

So, do we see a jerk in the driver of awe ,a body with respect in eyes for the old? No, just money-hunger of a few more rupees, from a body that carries other bodies, a face not quite distinct, possible of puff with oldness , when once out of splutter.Knees shall laugh in due course of wobble.

We are old ,not quite liking to be called aunt by an aunt in street with a cuckoo in throat calling out , you gone for a walk recently? Yes, of course, our knees do not wobble yet. But we shall have our cuckoos soon.