Tod=
ay at the drugstore, the clerk was a gent =
–
From my purchase, he =
took off 10 percent.
I asked for the cause of a lesser amount
And =
he answered, “It’s the Seniors Discount.”
I =
went to McDonald’s for a burger and fries,
And there, once =
again, got quite a surprise.
The=
clerk poured some coffee which he handed to me.
He said, “For =
you seniors, the coffee is free.”
Und=
erstand — I’m not old — I’m merely =
mature.
But some things are changing, temporarily, I’m =
sure.
The=
newspaper print gets smaller each day,
And people speak softer, =
can’t hear what they say.
My =
teeth are my own (I have the receipt),
And my glasses identify people =
I meet.
Oh,=
I’ve slowed down a bit, not a lot, I am sure.
You see, =
I’m not old … I’m only mature.
The=
gold in my hair has been bleached by the sun.
You should see all the =
damage that chlorine has done.
Was=
hing my hair has turned it all white,
Calling it blond is just about =
right.
My =
car is all paid for, not a nickel is owed.
Yet=
a kid yells, “Old duffer, get off of the road!”
My =
car has no scratches, not even a dent.
Sti=
ll, I get all that guff from a punk who’s =
“Hellbent.”
My =
friends all get older … much faster than me.
They seem much =
more wrinkled, from what I can see.
I&#=
8217;ve got “character lines,” not wrinkles, for =
sure,
But=
don’t call me old: just call me mature.
The=
steps in the houses they’re building today
Are so high that =
they take your breath all away;
And=
the streets are much steeper than 10 years ago.
Tha=
t should explain why my walking is slow.
I&#=
8217;m keeping up on what’s hip and what’s new,
And I =
know I can still dance a mean boogaloo.
I&#=
8217;m still in the running, in this I’m secure,
I’m not =
really old, I’m only mature.
~~
Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] =
www.grif.net
"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I Love!"