In my garden (a redneck haiku)

While I sat here
a flower bloomed
open
but new for me
still closed for her
speeding off with a harness
driving
driven
run

growing older

The longer you know me
the more obsequious I'll be
the longer you know me
the more obsolete you'll seem
(the more obviated)
And as we age into oblivion
I will obtain obstreperousness