Waiting for a Genius

I’m waiting for a genius At the Apple store today Where most customers are younger, Knowing all will be okay. At the counter, though, a woman Who looks older than my age, Sits and struggles with the agent Who is helping her engage. She, like me, is pretty clueless (Though she seems a little worse) And she’s viewed with some derision, Though it once was the reverse. Older doesn’t equal wiser Like it used to long ago, For with age comes new technology Most older folk don’t know. It’s a subject I’m repeating And I realize it’s a bore, But it’s really hard to handle All I can’t do anymore.