Where are we heading? Are we, John and me, with it?
In tune with the times, or behind the trend?
Tis not a place where we want to end...
We're sort of dated, antiquated,
Stuck in the muck of former years.
Shedding virtual tears over un-definable fears.
Old habits that we love, we shove under the rugs.
Like bugs do we retain, remain --
Not in pain, but doing what we do,
Not 'with it,' like you.
Our cell phones are flip-open oldies we rarely, barely use.
We wear jogging pants, sneakers, shirts--eek, we're not chic.
JC's acting in a hit show but he's not the star.
Em writes a blog that's not very popular.
Realistically, factually, we no longer fit with whatever is IT,
But we're glad to be just a him and a me -- Em/JC-husband-and-wife for the rest of our life.
Yes, we confess...
We're heading into the New Year mostly happenstancing, dancing, humming YAY
as we take on the next,
and the next,
and the next new day.
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4 comments:
That's a very nice post. I feel the same as you--and I'm a few years younger.
I saw a hipster, she was quite old and quite hip, dressed like I did in High School and as I do from time to time. She was asking for a beer in a nursing home for Alzheimer's patients. I want to be her in fifteen years.
Lovely. Just lovely!
I wish you both the best of 2018. You are amazing people! I will be back repeatedly.
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