“Alone in the Room”

I sit here alone, there is noise all about,

the children, all giggles, are tamed with a shout.

There’s conversation from this one and that

and in the midst of it all, there I sat.

Not hearing it clearly, to not understand

and little they cared whether I was around,

for I have grown old in their eyes.

Not up to date in the ways of the world

but little they know, I’ve been there before.

Nothing is new, its all been done.

Once I longed for the days when I too was young,

filled to the brim with vinegar and vim

But now I’m content to while time away and

visit old friends grown better with age.

Content in this world of noise and strife

And know that I’ve had the best of this life.

©bodrury2008