This latest crop of kids has started worrying
that they’ll be pushed aside. That they’ll be dumped,
abandoned, and ignored. We felt the same
when we were kids; when we were still in charge.
We’d see the grey and wrinkles in the mirror
and wonder how much longer it would be
before the kids would push us out. Now you
are looking in the mirror and you think
the same. How much longer will you have
before this newest generation says
it’s time that you, like us, should be replaced;
that you’re no longer good enough to rule,
to be the ones controlling everything?
You won’t get any sympathy from me.
If you retire and find your golden years
are filled with tarnished trash instead of gold.
When you, like us are superseded by
the newest crop of kids, remember what
your parents used to say: Get over it.
Remember, even though you think you’re old,
You’re still a kid. So leave the house and play
instead of drinking in a darkened room.
Of course I must admit I’m still a kid.
And even though, to you, I might seem old,
I’m still a kid, and I’m not finished yet.
So pack yourself away when you’re replaced.
Pretend you’re old and act like you are old
at fifty, sixty, seventy. Not me.