I came to this thread late but here's my two cents. A poem that I wrote sometime ago.
You're going to grow old and gray
And if you ever have children so will they
So remember me on this very day
When in defiance of your false prophet
I lift up my voice and say
You, your children and their grandchildren
Are going to grow old and gray
All of you who follow the Watchtower way
Do not look upon tomorrow with conceit and arrogance
For you will be humbled, bowing, no more haughty stance
Just remember me on that future day
When you finally have grown old and gray
Remember your foolish lie
When it's time for you to die