One of my heroes made the news for the wrong reasons this week, bringing home to me that all of us become less relevant as we age. Even the great ones.
For Tom (broken)
By Michelle Garren Flye
Don’t speak too loudly.
Stay out of their way.
Their edges are sharp and they will cut you,
Force you to retreat, retire.
Your own edges are worn—
Who is impressed by Woodstock anymore?
You didn’t win your wars.
Vietnam, civil rights.
Even the drug war is left for this generation to fight.
Compassion is round
In your hands, but
It turns flat in theirs—and shows only one side.
That side has edges
And they are used to cut.
So be careful, stay silent, keep clear and beware.
For the round and the soft,
The worn and the frayed
Have no place in the edgy world of the young.