Random

I’ve become slow, a bit,

Too low, but not gone below,

I’m here, but I’ve lost,

Time, and there’s a rhyme,

To this, verse, I need,

To curse, someone, anyone,

Not you, readers, now just,

A few, too less, I guess,

I’m old, out-dated, not really,

But bold, to get out of the fold,

And say, go make hay,

While the sun shines, I can,

Read the signs, and between the lines,

Walk past the mines, save myself,

For later, time is all I care,

About, don’t shout, or pout,

Damn those selfies, rated,

Over rated, and hated, by many,

But not, by most, a majority,

And I’ve gone, off topic,

Though this isn’t a biopic,

Or even epic, in a sense,

I’m tense, the feeling,

Is immense, and at the expense,

Of a reader, or two, I’ll write,

This, to fight, no, to claim,

No, nor to tame, you,

My thoughts, no, I can’t, say,

Well, I’m just random.