Cool?

Of course
I was cool,
back in the
cliched day.

I attended famous
rock concerts,
took the hippie
Grand Tour,
lied my way into
many lovely beds,
wrote horribly
juvenile hip poetry,
never met a drug
I wouldn't try,
imbibed lakes
of alcohol,
got blindly
behind the wheel
without a thought.

Oh... so cool.

But now I sit,
an aging man,
happy to have
come through
it all,

content to
have survived
long enough

to become
decidedly

uncool.
  ~mce