REMEMBERING...
I'm Not Old ... Just Mature Today at the drugstore, the clerk was a gent From my purchase this chap took off ten 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...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. Washing my hair has turned it all white, But don't call it gray...saying b