special

there once was an old man
(who was actually old, not just older)
who didn't like me very much
he'd pretend he didn't know me
or turn up his nose and walk away when i joined a conversation

now he is becoming senile
he has lost his empire...
necessity as the mother of connection (or something)
today he asked to be my friend on facebook
i laughed (quietly, inside)
then i obliged (of course)
politics and politeness rule when old people are involved

no more ego
no more heroes
no more questions
accept