As I grow older
I come to realize
I need fewer and
Fewer friends
No need for false
Congratulations on
A life well lived
Or quires into
How I've been
No false narratives
On my latest trip
No ugly report
About my ex.
Those light conversations
That carry no weight
The gossip of others
At one of our wakes
An elbow in the ribs
The nod of the head
Signaling that my newest girlfriend
Must be awesome in bed
I know my accolades
Where I've excelled
Those who have known me
Have known me well
All the others can
Go to hell