Compassion for Lola

There are times when I'm immature,
I always think about old people as what I see of them,
Because they are sometimes immature too,
And there's times that they are acting scriptedly.

Sometimes, my grandma always quarrel about things,
She quarrel about how our maids cook, about clothes,
She quarrel about things that are misplaced, about shoes, about shirts,
She quarrel about water, about boxes, about broken toys, about bottles,
She quarrel all things under the sun,
With her inscripulous expectations.

Sometimes, they act like kids,
Sometimes, they act like immature old people,
It's what I see of them before,
It's what I sometimes could not understand.

But behind those quarreling, behind those words,
There are proof of wisdom,
Sometimes, they are BS,
but there's proof that what they are saying,
is much a proof of their long experienced knowledge.

They have the key,
Grandparents knows what best,
And I think, even with their quarrelsome nature,
They are the ones closest to solve the most simpliest problems,
Of our generations, from the roots of Procrastination,
Until your current problems about cutting classes, dropped and failed subjects.

They know,
We just have to understand them.