Just to annoy @Bowens, here is an AI- generated poem based on this phrase
Oh, you’re a crotchety old man, Sir Bowens,
With a penchant for grumbling and scowling faces.
Your bony fingers wag and your voice groans,
As you navigate life’s stubborn, winding spaces.
You speak of the days when times were grand,
With a mighty disdain for all things anew.
Your words drip like acid, and none can withstand,
The barrage of criticism you vehemently spew.
But beneath that prickly exterior you hold,
Lies wisdom and stories, untold and vast.
A lifetime of trials, untamed and bold,
Even time cannot diminish the shadow you cast.
On arthritic legs, you stumble and sway,
Yet your spirit remains vibrant, unyielding to ages.
For deep in your heart, a fire still holds sway,
A testament to resilience on life’s daunting stages.
So let us not judge you by your hardened shell,
But seek the fragile remnants of dreams and ambitions.
For within your soul, tales and secrets dwell,
Giving life to the unspoken poetic renditions.
You’re a crotchety old man, Sir Bowens, it’s true,
But behind your grumbles, a resurgence lies.
May your legacy inspire, and your spirit renew,
As age embraces you with its tender goodbyes.
https://www.aipoemgenerator.org/generate/9784bbc0-e8e5-43d2-a710-bcb539ef9a87-1691381809104-1691381816080