64 years old and they tell me I'm done,
done hell I'm started ,me over the hill .

I lived in a simple town we live simply
and there isn't much ,technology and
the modern world have not caught up
to us yet,some technology we had .

I stood now before the town's board
of governers but these board consist
of young people to the youngest being
 in fact twenty five the oldest thirty .

' Why are you telling me to leave I'm a
dress maker,women to still ask for me
I have orders to fill.' he said .He did not
feel obsolete or old or used out .

' Quiet,' said the oldest governer as he
slammed a gavel down, ' You are order
too quit,your dress shop will be handed
down too someone else,you'd resign, or
be banish from town to the nearby desert
of Sert ,you understand ,we have reports
of what you did,they are true .'

' I will be banish but I'm not useless anyone
at my age can continue just because we're
old doesn't mean we can't do nothing ,'

I was taking out by a griuo of arm men to the
desert of Sert and I fought trying to get away
but couldn't,they left me there . ' Obsolete.'

If I ever get back I'll so them obsolete .

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