My son will date an alien from Jupiter

My son will date an alien from Jupiter, 

And I will have to adjust, 

To the reality, that I am no longer the rebel of the family,

He’ll show me music, or what he’ll call music,

And my desire to call it noise, 

Will make it very obvious,

That I’m just not with it,

It’s weird to get older,

Because it doesn’t actually feel like you’re aging,

You’re the same kid you always were,

Just the world around you makes less and less sense,

I find a quiet comfort in that,

Before, death seemed so terrible — like I would be missing out on the wonders of living,

But I wonder if in my old age,

Death comes like a friend,

By that point, I’m really only living in the memories repeating in my head.