when they said
i was too old,
that i was
useless & uncool
and no longer
served any purpose,
i did not take it well.
even worse,
i believed them.
that was not
a good career move.
but then,
a mere fifteen years later,
i woke up:
so what
if most of what they said
was true?
what did that matter?
what need did i have
to serve anyone’s purpose?
what good did it do me
to be useful
to them?
i exist
for an audience
of one.
the only person
i need to make happy
is happy enough
making me happy.