Retirement

I could not care much less how you do things
As long as they do not affect me much.
An air of unimportance tightly clings
To all you do - it has you in its clutch.
Of course I used to care; who didn't then?
But now time wanders on and so do I.
I do not think that I will care again,
And honestly, you needn't ask me why.
We, all of us, have moved on past your prime,
And know we have, and therefore moved past you.
It isn't that you weren't of note one time,
But times will change - in fact, they always do.
So let it go, accept the life you lead:
To try to ask for more is merely greed.