Don’t Call Me Elderly
By Larry Linville
They try to call me elderly
a title that is not for me
a picture of one old and lame
but I’m still playing in the game.
Call me mature or call me ripe
but don’t use that elderly tripe.
Reflexes have slowed it is true
But I can right keep up with you.
When I decide where I want to go
I’ll make it – but I might be slow.
I’ve forgot more than others have learned
but I seldom ever get burned.
It’s easy these days to take a nap
and my tummy has replaced my lap.
My hair is gone -- my glasses thicker
As I walk as one with too much liquor.
Inside my body, I must say
I dwell in a much earlier day
when things were easier to do
and I had the pep to see them through.
Good times and bad have shaped my life
such as the joys I’ve shared with my wife,
my children, and my grandchildren too
and all of the special things I pursue.
Don’t call me elderly – that’s not my case
I’m in the middle of the human race,
more experienced in handling time
Really – you know – I’m just in my prime.
© Copyright 2007 Larry Linville (UN: larrylinville at Writing.Com).
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2 comments:
Another good one---I am laughing because I do not consider myself a senior citizen but I just got 15 percent discount at a clothing store here because it was senior citizen day. LOTS OF LAUGHS
I enjoy watching cashiers try to delicately ask if you want the senior discount. I think it's like asking a woman how many months she is.
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