Read Poem: AGING OUT, by Michael Foldes

<i?this is="" the="" day="" senate="" hearings="" begin="" to="" determine="" whether="" a="" former="" president="" will="" be="" convicted="" of="" seditious="" acts.

For some it starts
with fashion.
Pegged pants, t-shirts, facial hair.
Or the lack of it.
Then music.
Jazz, rock, hip-hop.
Then the hair.
Then the clothes.
Then the music.
Fast cars, big cars,
small cars. Electric cars.
One day you’re on
the cutting edge,
dancing nights away
fueled on drugs
and alcohol, the next
you hear for the first time
the name of the most
popular singer in the world.
Wonder where you’ve been.
Then realize even your children
have aged out of contests
open to beginners aged 18 to 35.
You are part of the past
captured in photographs
of women with beehives,
soldiers in field ops,
crowded streets where
no one is masked,
and obituaries of icons
in every category
and class who have
been there with you
from day one.
Like impeachment,
it’s a process where
you might never hold
public office again.

Author: poetryfest

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