Grow Up Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

At home, they don’t listen to me:
Compare myself with then,
When my words, preferences
Were respected:
But now everyone has grown up
With own job and responsibilities.
Maybe she is right, I am over-sensitive.

I may want to share news
Achievement, discovery or bon mot;
But I stifle it, for it will be ignored.
One is on phone, and the other reads
Her newspaper in detail;
My calling doesn’t get through.
It would have been criticized, anyhow.

No, this is not the way to go about:
Living here-now means exactly that,
No comparisons: present is only what is.