Aahhh... Endings are the most difficult to come up with

I, don

I don’t like being tossed aside
as I am fretting my fate
Kitchen spills are oft' small
But too many broken hearts
Simply, do not repair my plate.

You hear distant voice
A fond soundtrack pall
Predestined of choice

Must you crack and fret
as I reveal my full heart ache?
do you listen as you abate?
but heart-strings leave slack

Difficult flats to moderate
...even for hummingbirds
who easily trans-navigate
through bright wind tack

'Specie of Strength, I' we hear youth say;
‘Don’t be codger to me old man
I am not interested if you stay
You are not beautiful,
besides you are in the way..'

‘Or, as you don famously,
always to point out the way
to clues of nerve chords
to invert our shameful play..'

‘Thanks but no thanks –
You play too many tricks –
I loathe your blood anger
like piñatas beat with sticks,

'attack ribbon flag festooned..
Seeds of salvation are rand
and not in your hands, ole’ man;
Nor in the works of your hands!'

From raptors talons
I howl back to challenge --
‘Into this imbalance,
...youth threw me too soon!’