The Great Divide
I seemed to have crossed some absolute divide.
Though I am still alive, or think I am,
I’m no longer part of the world I used to know.
Where before I was visible, now I am invisible.
No one comes to me and asks me what I think
About the important topics of the day.
It’s assumed that whatever I might have to say
Will be stale, out of date, and detached from reality.
I’m no longer part of the conversation.
I’m an ornament, no longer an active player
In the game of life. I sit in my chair and smile
As people approach and scowl as they go.
Even if someone did speak to me, it would be
A waste of their time, because I’m deaf in both ears.
I keep a pad of paper with me in case someone
Wants to write me a note, but no one ever does.
And I smell of shit, but don’t tell anybody.
They’d get all in a snit, you know.