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, T-shirts--eek, we're not chic.
JC's acting in films 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.