I am Old (Passing)

I am old, I am old.

I have passed

into pedantry and bile-filled, blue-veined ranting

over "tex’" and trivialities.

I am old, I am old,

I won’t pass;

I’ll die, expire or shuffle off this mortal roil

of grammatical infelicities.

I am old, I am old,

I will pass

away, on a wave of railing apoplexy

against this false intransitivity.