I'm Just Mature!
Today at the drug store, the clerk was a gent.
From my purchase this chap took off ten percent
I asked for the cause of lesser amount:
And he answered, "Because of senior discount."
I went to McDonald's for burger and fries
And 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 the 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'm sure.
You see, I'm not old, I'm mature
The gold in my hair has been bleached by the sun.
You should see all the damage chlorine has done.
Washing my hair has turned it all white,
But don't call it gray. Saying "blonde" is just right.
My car is paid for. Not a nickel is owed.
Yet a kid yells, "Old duffer,, get of the road!"
My car has no scratches. Not even a dent.
Still I get all the guff from a punk who's "Hell bent."
My friends all get older...much faster then me.
They seem 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 away;
And the streets are much steeper then ten years ago.
That explains why my walking is slow.
But I'm keeping up 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 just mature.
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