Your Place, At Thirty-Five

It's not that you are too old,
Or out of touch with the world,
It's just that you don't live in the one,
That has quickly unfurled,

Behind you by the generation before,
That is quickly changing the rules,
Just like any revolution in the past,
You must make way for the new.

Though also just like any revolution in the past,
Nothing much will change,
Except how the world's seen by everyone,
But, the world will still be the same.

And it's alright,
It doesn't mean you have no place,
But at thirty-five you have to commentate,
Rather than play the game.