Tipping Point Poem by gershon hepner

I think I’ve missed the tipping point.
Though I’ve attempted to be hip,
all aged hipsters disappoint,
and no one’s asking for a tip
from me. I think that I will soon
be oyver butel, which in Yiddish
denotes an aging senile loon,
so wish me please the best of British
before I reach the point where I
will tip right over. Until then
drink to me only with one eye
that’s winking to no other men.

Inspired by an e-mail from Linda who described an enthusiastic response today by Aditya Behl, Professor of Hindi and Urdu at the University of Pennsylvania, to my poem “Old Lion, Mouse and Cat” as something regrettably short of a tipping point.

6/22/09