Ok, I Am Officially Old!
I found out in a record store that I am right there next to Janis Joplin
While thumbing through some retro records, I found out that I am old now
Yes, I am the same as an oldie but goodie record. No one knows who I am anymore. I am faded and worn at the edges. People pick me up, look at me, then put me back. I have many scratches and scars. My cover has wrinkles.
I am grouped in with the other old sleeves and used, but not gently. If you put me on, I will spin a few, but I might repeat myself. I am considered obsolete, along with my good manners. My kids and grandkids can't figure me out. At times, I too, can be warped.
Yes, and I am so glad to be growing out of this world. I would hate to just be coming into it. I am glad I can remember when you had the regular news and then, if you wanted, “The National Enquirer” news. Now, all the news seems like ridiculous made-up stories. How will anyone ever get the real stuff? I barely trust the weather report nowadays.
How about you? Do you also feel like you walked onto the set of a Twilight Zone…
