OBSOLETE
written by: Thomas R Bates
Today I have the itch to make
Something important happen,
To make a difference in society,
Make my mark on the world,
Let people know I still have
Something to contribute.
Easier said than done.
After making some calls
And sending out e-mails,
Nothing is happening.
I feel I’ve become old
And decrepit—OBSOLETE,
Someone I used to make fun of
Back in my over confident days,
I’m extremely embarrassed to say.
Now it’s my turn to be ignored,
Ridiculed and only tolerated.
Most people are nice about
It however, luckily for me.
When I ask for assistance
In stores, for instance,
The clerks are kind,
As they should be,
It is part of their
Job after all.
Born: 3/23/51 in Minneapolis, Mn.
Education: Edina High School, University of Minnesota, Normandale State Jr. College, St. Cloud State College, Biology major, Art minor.
Was a professional fine artist, (landscape painter) for 30 years, selling approximately 750 paintings. Worked in a fine Wine Shop, in Minneapolis, MN for 30 years as a wine specialist, doing some writing for staff wine picks, as well as, writing for their web site. Has written poetry on and off since 1995, when asked to read a poem for a funeral. In the tradition of ancient Chinese & English poets, has put many of them to music.
Education: Edina High School, University of Minnesota, Normandale State Jr. College, St. Cloud State College, Biology major, Art minor.
Was a professional fine artist, (landscape painter) for 30 years, selling approximately 750 paintings. Worked in a fine Wine Shop, in Minneapolis, MN for 30 years as a wine specialist, doing some writing for staff wine picks, as well as, writing for their web site. Has written poetry on and off since 1995, when asked to read a poem for a funeral. In the tradition of ancient Chinese & English poets, has put many of them to music.
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