Wednesday, 29 October 2014
This Old Man
By Marc Leavitt of Marc Leavitt's Blog
I’ve reached my time for being old,
I learned my role, I’ve got it cold.
In short, here’s how I self-define;
I’m old, just like a classic wine.
Don’t call me “senior citizen”;
I earned the title of old man.
That dumb slogan, “The golden years,”
Was coined to quell young people’s fears.
It angers me and makes me weary,
If strangers call me “hon,” or “dearie.”
No older man should just accept
Belittling words from the inept.
I memorized the words to say,
I know the part that I portray.
I don’t require a cosmic plan;
Act three’s my time to play old man.
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