Poem: I’m In With The Non-Crowd/I’m Non With The In-Crowd

Too old for the cool crowd, too weird for the old crowd

Too cool for the crowd I’ve been told is my crowd.

It’s not that much of a dilemma. But it’s my dilemma.

I’ll keep at it. Just as this keeps at me. I’m never ungrateful -

though I can’t help but wondering, who holds the keys and what do they open?