Grumpy Old Man (A Poem)
I look in the mirror and see a ghost.
A grumpy old man where my image should be.
His hair is grey, he’s carrying some extra pounds
And his eyes no longer sparkle with a feeling of being carefree.
He looks a bit familiar, like I’ve seen him some place before.
Was it at some sort of function or celebration?
From his facial features, it’s possible
He might even be some sort of distant relation.
He looks so sad and grumpy.
His face is so grim.
It makes me wonder
What the world has done to him.
As I study this mirror apparition,
I ask myself “how could he let himself go like that?”
I try to be respectful,
But he’s just so sad to look at.
I guess I shouldn’t be so quick to judge him,
Like I am some sort of referee.
After all, I’m sure there are plenty of things
On which he and I would agree.
So what if he can’t keep his eyes open in his chair?
It’s not like there’s anything wrong with an afternoon nap.
Plus, he’s not wrong,
Today’s music really does sound like crap.
You also can’t blame him for all the conversations he ignores.
His hearing isn’t as good as it was in his heyday
But, more importantly,
It’s not like people have a whole lot that is important to say.
Still, I can’t help but feel pity for him
And feel glad it will never happen to me.
I’ll continue to stay young at heart
As far into the future as I can see.
He must be much closer to his twilight
While I’m still closer to my dawn
Because..wait, excuse me a minute…
Hey, you there! Get off my lawn!