*heard as old*
I can not see outside my gaze
I never felt I aged
Oldness is for others
Never will I be elderly
Then in conversation mark
How I must stop and start
For common things I know
Outside your realm of knowledge
Happened before you were born
Are views no longer held
The world has moved on
Those I knew as a youth are gone
If the media finds time to mention
Is in an obituary
A remembrance penned and stored
Relating a time when they could not be ignored
You do not know these names and deeds
Have others who you watch
Who are to you of significance
Has always been the same
The young pursue fresh game
As the old recall thrill of yesteryear
And find the stories they tell
Fall on uninterested ears.
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