Curmudgeon

  It's not that I mind the young women in their eye-catching clothes.

  Or all the people lost in texting, their eyes focused on small screens.

  All the bright new things I never foresaw have their place and purpose.

  I was young once and foolish in a world brim with the new and different.

  What I can't abide is feeling increasingly lost in change that never slows.

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