​​​​​​Circle Jerks

The old man we use to torment
keeps dying in my memories
We pack of snotty brats
probably hastened his demise
with our relentless attacks
How I wish I could go back
to offer my apologies
for every single cruelity
Now I am the old man
Victimized by time
and howling young hyenas 
bludgeoning me with karma