Ageism

Invisible. That's me today,

living in this, our world

that worships youth, that lauds

this young boy or this young girl.

Never mind the wisdom I've gained

cuz I've got cottage cheese thighs;

nobody wants to look at me,

to see what's behind my eyes.

Experience isn't respected

cuz it hides behind wrinkles and gray;

now, we're considered 'has-beens',

"Yeah, she was something back in the day".

LOOK AT ME! I AM STILL SOMETHING!

I cry, but nobody lends an ear.

I wonder, will I completely fade

away, will I just disappear?

Signed, Your Elderly