I will not be oldened by your withering looks
Made to feel out-of-date or out-of-style
Out-of-sync with fashion trends
The trappings of being
Voguishly a la mode.
I have seen.
I have lived.
I have known.
Things you'll never understand.
I wear the wrinkles of my brow
Proudly
With every hair lost, every tear dropped
I've gained
An insight
Another notch of wisdom.
(Previously published in Twins, Issue 12,2001)
Laurence Overmire
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-codger-2/
