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.