Something relevant

Looking for something relevant to say

The search is the importance 

The mere fact that I want to speak and it matters 

Is the thing.

Wanting to be important in todays world

The desire is the fear

The fear that as a person I have become antiquated

Dullness compels me.

Youth speaks so fast now, fires at rapid speed 

The quickness runs me over

Oh these enlightened beings who feel they must rush to inform the elders of their newfound wisdom

Age slows me. 

Was I like this?

Was the gray lady in the mirror once like the fast talking crapshoot of a person I so often meet now? 

Still I excitedly discover newness in the world. 

But it’s rather funny to the younger ones!