ode to not being old
#1
01-25-2007 | 01:43 AM
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ode to not being old
Today at the drugstore,
the clerk was a gent.
From my purchase this chap
took off ten percent.
I asked for the cause
of a lesser amount;
And 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 nickel is owed.
Yet a kid yells, "Old duffer...
get off of the road!"
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 ten 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
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the clerk was a gent.
From my purchase this chap
took off ten percent.
I asked for the cause
of a lesser amount;
And 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 nickel is owed.
Yet a kid yells, "Old duffer...
get off of the road!"
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 ten 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
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#4
01-25-2007 | 02:47 AM
Joined: Apr 2006
Posts: 7,253
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RE: ode to not being old
you forgot the discaimer at the end....I'll correct it for you:
ODE TO NOT BIENG OLD **
Today at the drugstore,
the clerk was a gent.
From my purchase this chap
took off ten percent.
I asked for the cause
of a lesser amount;
And 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 nickel is owed.
Yet a kid yells, "Old duffer...
get off of the road!"
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 ten 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
**Taken from the life chronicles of Dennis...dated 1/24/2007
Today at the drugstore,
the clerk was a gent.
From my purchase this chap
took off ten percent.
I asked for the cause
of a lesser amount;
And 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 nickel is owed.
Yet a kid yells, "Old duffer...
get off of the road!"
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 ten 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
**Taken from the life chronicles of Dennis...dated 1/24/2007
#5
01-25-2007 | 07:28 AM
Senior Member
Joined: May 2006
Posts: 16,711
RE: ode to not being old
ORIGINAL: importkiller
you forgot the discaimer at the end....I'll correct it for you:
you forgot the discaimer at the end....I'll correct it for you:
ODE TO NOT BIENG OLD **
Today at the drugstore,
the clerk was a gent.
From my purchase this chap
took off ten percent.
I asked for the cause
of a lesser amount;
And 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 nickel is owed.
Yet a kid yells, "Old duffer...
get off of the road!"
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 ten 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
**Taken from the life chronicles of Dennis...dated 1/24/2007
Today at the drugstore,
the clerk was a gent.
From my purchase this chap
took off ten percent.
I asked for the cause
of a lesser amount;
And 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 nickel is owed.
Yet a kid yells, "Old duffer...
get off of the road!"
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 ten 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
**Taken from the life chronicles of Dennis...dated 1/24/2007
#7
01-25-2007 | 05:57 PM
Senior Member
Joined: Jun 2006
Posts: 3,150
RE: ode to not being old
ah ... that makes me sad! 
It really makes you realize how much we should all appreciate our elders! I really love old people, I always have! Losing both sets of my grandparets was something that changed my life and to this day I can't think about them with dry eyes! Everyone that still has their grandparents ... LOVE AND APPRECIATE THEM!!!
It really makes you realize how much we should all appreciate our elders! I really love old people, I always have! Losing both sets of my grandparets was something that changed my life and to this day I can't think about them with dry eyes! Everyone that still has their grandparents ... LOVE AND APPRECIATE THEM!!!
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