A Case of the Blues
The world's changing so fast
forever dreams no longer tend to last.
Time swiftly slips away,
it seemed, but yesterday
life was all about play,
and yet, those moments all lie in the past.
My hair is mostly gone,
old age advances with each breaking dawn.
I can no longer run
and have no time for fun;
friends have dwindled to one,
and I've learned that I'm no king; I'm a pawn.
Cell phones befuddle me,
their screens are complex and too small to see.
And they connect online;
though most would say that's fine,
I can't even use mine;
and what's an alternate reality?
I'm like yesterday's news,
just a cranky old man with a short fuse.
And to tell you the truth,
it does not take a sleuth;
to see, I spent my youth,
and it's left me with a case of the blues.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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