My other half is an AARP member, can get a senior discount at IHOP, and Thinks he is a weak old man, so I call him geezer boy!
I honor of Geezer boy I give you.....
We're Not Old. Just Mature
Today at the drugstore, the clerk was a gent.
From my purchase this chap took off ten percent.
We asked for the cause of a lesser amount;
And he answered, Because of the Seniors Discount.
We 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 us.
He said, For you, Seniors, the coffee is free.
Understand---We're not old---We're merely mature;
But some things are changing, temporarily, We're sure.
The newspaper print gets smaller each day,
And people speak softer---can't hear what they say.
Our teeth are our own (We have the receipt.),
and our glasses identify people we meet.
Oh, We've slowed down a bit...not a lot, we're sure.
You see, we're not old...we're only mature.
The gold in our hair has been bleached by the sun.
You should see all the damage that chlorine has done.
Washing our hair has turned it all white,
But don't call it gray...saying blond is just right.
Our car is all paid for...not a nickel is owed.
Yet a kid yells, Old duffer...get off of the road!
Our car has no scratches...not even a dent.
Still we get all that guff from a punk who's Hell bent.
Our friends all get older...much faster than us.
They seem much more wrinkled, from what we can see. We've got character lines, not wrinkles...for sure,
But don't call us old...just call us 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 ten years ago.
That should explain why our walking is slow.
But we're keeping up on what's hip and what's new,
And we think we can still dance a mean boogaloo.
We're still in the running...in this we're secure,
We're not really old...WE'RE ONLY MATURE!!
Youth is a gift of nature. Age is a work of art.