Old age hurts.
They call me useless
Slow, Stupid
But most never look
Past the age
To the person inside
And their eyes
Always dodging, always judging...

He's titled
"Christian", carer, but
He hurts most
With his judging eye.
He claims love
But hates, patience but
Yells at me
When I am my slowest.

Some would say
Old people aren't concerned
With people
Politics and the likes.
The truth is
I want nothing more
Than to be
One of the guys.

His judging eye
Evaluating, neandering,
Judging me.
His judging eye
Betraying beliefs:
His christianity