We say
it is wasted
upon the young, to which
Youth retorts, *Grampy, I do not
concur*.

wk-kortas

This Cinquain Would Like To Remind You That You Are Not The Boss Of It, And It Will Not Take Out The Trash.

Once I was and now I am.
The screw turns and then
we are old.

A poem shorter than the title needs to be good
And it is