I’m slowly being erased
My culture, story, and face
The world, once ours, has now been replaced
By younger models and interests, not quite to my liking or taste
What I once knew as hip and cool
Now labels me as ‘outdated’ and ‘old school’
Calendar dates flipped by so quick
The years soon became decades, flashes, and blips
But I'm just fine with my station, a relic left behind
Because life is a circle and time is a line




