OLDAGE

Our car, among the classics
Our things, became antique
We, turned into relics
And our friends, befit a clique
 
Our cottage, now the hermitage
Our home, is a relique
Our life, will be a heritage
And when we talk, it’s a critique
 
What we do, has grown archaic
Our habits, turned oblique
Our thinking, esoteric
But we’ve, become unique
WIZDUMBs BY JA 418