after Wm. Shakespeare

Your dad told me to tell you
how good you look to him right now.
Check yourself out. (I’m sure you do.)
You’re a very pretty boy.
But the thing is, that won’t last
Have you ever seen a pert old man?
An insouciant septuagenarian?
I thought not. They’re invisible.
And you’ll be invisible too!
What will your dad have
to look at then? Do you think growth
rebounds each year? Wrong!
It has to be outsourced. Sublet.
Get with the program.
Your dad will be watching.

Image © Cobbe. This poem is included in the collection 
Itself, published by Wesleyan University Press.

On Sonnet 50
To Thine Own Self Be True