When I was young, I had not given a penny for a song...

I made my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heal to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world`s eye
As though they`d wrought it.
Song, let them take it
For there`s more enterprise
In walking naked...

Young people to day ?
No, this is an exception or ?
A pity beyond this life ?
My be hidden in the heart of love ?
What shall I do with this absurdity ?
O heart, O trouble heart, 
This caricature,
Decrepit age what shall we do ?
As to a dog tail ?