I Am Poem by Errol Anderson

Enrage, degrade
Convulsed with guilt and rage…
Offensive, defensive
What is it about this thing called age?
Compulsive, repulsive
An attitude not a state of mind…
That I am.

Abuse, confuse
Indignant to cries of lies…
Furious, curious
Does it matter the difference between us…
Older, bolder
Incensed by the apathy to indulge…
I am.

Hate, fear
Create, not stagnate a myth…
Resent, refuse
To criticize not their age…
Hostile, anger
A waste, tender care will replace…
That I am.