Today at the drug store, the clerk was a gent
From my purchase, this chap took off 10 percent
I asked for the cause of a lesser amount
And he answered, “Because of 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.”
Understand --- 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 --- only mature.
The gold in my hair has been bleached by the sun
You should see the damage that chlorine has done
Washing my hair has turned it all white
But don’t call it gray --- saying “blond” is just right.
My car is paid for --- not a nickel is owed
Yet a kid yells “Old dugger --- get off of the road!”
My car has no scratches --- not even a dent
Still I get all that guff from a punk who’s “Hell bent!”
My friends all get older --- much faster than me
They seem much more wrinkled, from what I can see
I’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
That should explain why my walking is slow.
But I’m keeping up on what’s new
And I think I can still dance a mean boogaloo
I’m still in the running--- in this I’m secure
I’m not really old --- I’m only mature.
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Originally Posted by old Grump
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