[Luckyus]

Senior's Rhyme​

Today at the drugstore, the clerk was a gent.

From my purchase, this chap took off 10 percent.

I asked for the cause of a lesser amount; 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 “blond” is just right.

My car is all paid for… not a dollar is owed.

Yet a kid yells, “Old fucker… 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 hip and 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!

 

[Sethia Soliman]

Today at the drugstore, the clerk was a gent.

From my purchase, this chap took off 10 percent.

I asked for the cause of a lesser amount; 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 “blond” is just right.

My car is all paid for… not a dollar is owed.

Yet a kid yells, “Old fucker… 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 hip and 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!

Awww... Only mature, indeed!

 

[Macarj]

That's what I keep telling my kids I'm not old I'm mature like a good cheese

 

[Ezzy]

Today at the drugstore, the clerk was a gent.

From my purchase, this chap took off 10 percent.

I asked for the cause of a lesser amount; 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 “blond” is just right. Li

My car is all paid for… not a dollar is owed.

Yet a kid yells, “Old fucker… 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 hip and 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!

Good description for many of us l think, not old, just mature. Like the fact that this person has a receipt for the teeth as proof they are theirs. A really good definition of ageing.

 

[Esma Rose]

My wrinkles are mine but I call them smile lines, and my knees are not mine, but are fine, My ears have helpers to hear your voice, together with my imitation teeth of choice, I've lost one eye but I still have a spare, so charge your glasses 'cos I really do care. Today I plead guilty to being 97, I.m alive, I'm Esma Rose & I, m not in Heaven...................................................................yet!