"We’ve become the people we swore we'd never be." How many of the young smartoffs on this site will ever say that. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ll ever say it. “But we’re here despite ourselves” and your song says it well.

The last time I saw you on chat, some jerk calling himself “wiIco” was trying his clumsy hand at impersonation (Notice the capital “I”) Kinda takes the fun out of it ya let it. Oh well, if I had something worthwhile to do, I wouldn’t be on chat. You can always use email.

I see you pulled into a truc-um-up-stop for a little web-time with the home folks. Well, glad you did, we’re still here, but little’s goin’ on. Mostly, everyone’s ignoring the poems and arguin’ about racism and sex on somebody’s posting. Hit chat if you want. I’ll say your poem is good, and if your’re nice, give a 9 or sompn’. Welcome back.

Verse 2 is great. The last verse seems trite in comparison.

To the one you hung up on,
This is not bad at all. Surprised? Not being noticed by someone who should care is a very sad feeling. Sometimes the only one who takes notice is one who should not rightly care. Therein lies the gold in an otherwise sandy desert that it's best to get used to.
"existed" "No one"

The last 2 verses could stand better alone. Try leaving out "it is"

The last 4 lines are especially nice.

You don't need to sing or sign your name at the bottom, dagga, sir. Your dame has sighed or sung it already. Five, really?

"looked down on his throne" is thrown from the middle ages and a great line. "Surely they're shared" is not, try they've. Overall, an inspiring thought.

Something to ponder for forty days and nights, inspiring.

Sounds Christian, okay if it is. Cryptic, okay too. High on wine, yep, that's me.

Too etherial for me, but some nice lines.

When you say "fucking shoes" it implies some angst with the shod, and "no fucking raver" some reason to rave, but since you show none, the poem would be stronger without these. I can't relate poem to title without stretching my karma.

Let's hope there's more to old age than a kindly smile given to friends who's minds are as far gone as yours. Use it or lose it, like having the presence of mind to put your comment to somebody's comment right under their comment. By the way, your poem starts off well enough, I just think the ending could be a lot better.

The title doesn't exactly invite one to read on, but once through the door, it's not bad going unless you're squeamish.

Oh, you gave yourself a 10 and me a 1. Okay, whatever.

Why the semicolon standing guard off to the right?
The second verse is very nice. It's all good.