The poem
I'm older, more tired, and harder to fool,
I've finally stopped caring who thinks I'm uncool.
My patience got shorter, my standards got tall,
and pointless opinions mean fuck all at all.
I don't chase approval or dress to impress,
I choose what feels good and I tolerate less.
I've learned that the drama I once entertained
was mostly just nonsense with prettier names.
So cheers to the wrinkles, the wisdom, the nerve,
to knowing exactly what bullshit deserves.
Getting older isn't some terrible curse,
I just got better at putting myself fucking first.
The design
Comfort Colors® 1717, with the Typewriter Manuscript design printed on the front.