Draining the Reserves

I used to be much nicer. I once was really sweet. I’d smile at every stranger I’d cross paths with on the street. But as I’ve aged, I’ve noticed All that charm in my reserves Has evaporated, since so many Folks get on my nerves. Like the pushy, the obnoxious, Those too loud or dense or rude – They’ve demolished my demeanor And displaced my attitude. There’s a reason older people Turn cantankerous and cross For experience drains patience, Which is everybody’s loss.