I Must Be a Ghost
As I approach my twilight years,
I find myself less important,
less relative in other’s eyes,
I’m not needed,
lonely and fading away.
Once I was the man in charge,
all decisions came thru me,
my words lived and had power,
there was no problem or situation,
that I could not master,
physically there was nothing,
I could not do.
These days,
people look right thru me,
I must be a ghost,
a shadow of my former self physically,
so people think my mind is gone too,
but I have never known more,
than I know right now.
No one asks for my opinion any more,
they cut me off in mid- sentence,
and decide what is best for me.
I speak and people act like they can’t hear me.
I am from a different era,
one day in the not too distant future,
I will be invisible.
I will be a ghost.
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