Comfortably Invisible Now
It is a young person’s world
We are taking up room
Saying clever things
Being witty for no reason
Young people cannot hear us
They are too busy living their lives
Living their journey,
Plotting and planning wonderful things
That we dare not think about any more.
It is a young person’s world
Yet here we are,
Laughing and chortling
Over stories from the seventies and the eighties,
stories we think they will be eager to hear
Yet they cannot
for at a certain age
we have become
comfortably invisible
like a soundless clock
or a comfy chair.
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