END OF AN ERA

I didn't cry

when Lennon was murdered.

I didn't care.

When Babylon Five went off the air,

I did not fall apart.

It barely mattered to me.

I ignored Johnny Carson's culmination

and was blind to Woolworth's closing.

Signs of the apocalypse,

left and right,

evidence of an era's end, all,

I inferred as irrelevant.

Those institutions that now,

weathered and wiser,

I find most treasured,

all were discounted

as they occurred.

And now,

I spend all my days

wondering, worried,

what I may miss next.