In Other Words

 I mostly now am listener  when others deign to tell

The details of the happenings in a world I once knew well.

Attempts to add a comment is a lesson in defeat.

My now outdated  outlooks form a pathway of  retreat.

I venture on, expound upon, the lore that I recall,

Knowing well the vacuum into which my words will fall.

But on I natter anyway, although I should have known,

Though uttered with intensity, each word lies mute as stone.

I may regret indignities which living long has brought 

But realize that all others will reap that fate  unsought.

We know all on earth are subject to  that destined mortal hinge, 

And the flaw in human nature might perceive that as revenge.