Obsolescence Protest Poem by derrick foster

I was here first
I tire of societies reverence to youth
Those dilettantes don't know about life
I'm sick of the young
I've invested more to this life
And now they want to put me on a shelf
No way man. I'm not passe.
I'm not older just better
aged like fine wine for the best flavor
to marinate like leftovers
tastes better later
not to be superseded
i may seem old fashioned but i don't follow trends
i have my own personal style
they think I've out worn my welcome
I'm no dinosaur(I'm quite aware what's going on)
i just don't care. here's a finger for your extinction(i refuse to be it)
i just want my place in the world
history has me etched in it's fading stone
I won't lie down quietly
I'll fight tooth and nail to maintain my spot here
My right to exist and be recognized is strong
My venerable spirit waits and will be heard
I've still got time(in this senescence)
I stand obstinate. I'm still here
I won't just fade away
I refuse to be null and void docile like
I've earned my place
I'm mad and up for fighting for my right under the sun
Screw the youth they won't erase me from the books
i stand in opposition. I'm not out of date.
without pioneers how would your ideas and wisdom flourish
those before you matter it's us you steal from(yeah it's been done before)
and before you blot me out remember i was here first.
so you'd better recognize.