Waiting for a Genius

I’m waiting for a genius

At the Apple store today

Where most customers are younger,

Knowing all will be okay.

 

At the counter, though, a woman

Who looks older than my age,

Sits and struggles with the agent

Who is helping her engage.

 

She, like me, is pretty clueless

(Though she seems a little worse)

And she’s viewed with some derision,

Though it once was the reverse.

 

Older doesn’t equal wiser

Like it used to long ago,

For with age comes new technology

Most older folk don’t know.

 

It’s a subject I’m repeating

And I realize it’s a bore,

But it’s really hard to handle

All I can’t do anymore.