Older Americans
are too proud
of their grandkids—
they're always taking
up way
too much
room on the sidewalk,
liking
The Beatles a
little too much,
purchasing
all the good
groceries right
before me, and single-
handedly keeping
the film industry
from being "a thing."
They insist on
taking all of their meals
on-time and
in-order—and literally
laughing
out-loud at network
television (which is
disheartening.)
They do such a
good job sticking
to a "daily routine"
that it's starting to
usurp all my
hope for the future,
and they know
to manage things like heart
conditions, stress,
and diabetes
the same way I know
how to use
a flyswatter.
Older Americans
who are too proud of
their grandkids also "don't really
like poetry." But they're careful
never to blame the authors—
yet they refuse
to lay the blame
on themselves for it, either, because
they simply haven't got the time
or the energy
to worry about things
that don't define them anymore
and—
I'm starting
to think—frankly,
neither
do I.
