Calm here,And across the ocean a storm.
I am guessing that youWill take a cursory glance
At these words,
Raise an eyebrow, cough, and move on,
And squirrel away my emotions
Somewhere out of sight and memory
Until an accident uncovers their dust.
You are so old now,So above it all,
And unbeatable, and
I pray it will always be so.
To you, I will always be ancientAnd inferior and boring,
A collaborator with the system
Maybe that’s what we all become
- No excuses – when we age.
I hope you don’t.
I know you won’t.