I'm Not Old ... Just Mature
Today at the drugstore, the clerk was a gent. I went to McDonald's for a burger and fries; Understand -- I'm not old -- I'm merely mature; My teeth are my own (I have the receipt),
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."
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."
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.
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.
Originally published November 14, 2002.
