I don’t know anymore
what’s cool
or keen or what you mean
when you say “whatever”
Someway, one day
when I wasn’t looking
someone changed the rules
of the game.

People twice my age
I always called Sir
or Ma’am or Mr.
or Mrs.
People half my age
now address me that way,
like I’m ancient;

That damning designation we use
when describing some
useless contraption.
we discard such things-
or worse- set them aside
to gather dust on a shelf.

Listen! Run while you can.
I’ll sit
on that shelf
sipping wine with your mother.
Run while it’s cool
or it’s keen or whatever…
Obsolete objects