Disorderliness

Toys are the impliments of babies,
The old grandpa  too likes the toys,
Both have no teeth, both wave
Their hands to show innocence,
Both run,  jump, play and dance,
Rock and roll.  Life cool and strong,
Rife now is the rift, broke out the storm,
Etiquette shattered, Nature scattered,
The Sun shines yet, without decorum,
Nature, why are you so lawless?
You make the old equal to the new,
You make the old like a child?
You make rhythm to the pulses
You break it to break the heart,
When rhythm changes, anarchy
and death are born.  Then we say
Orderliness is disorderliness,
Peace is war, laughter sadness,
Light darkness, truth is false
Everything topsy-turvy, feast famine!
Paradox is not a biological clock!
Thus I became a philosopher.