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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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Posted by Ronni Bennett at 05:30 AM | Permalink | Email this post


Love your poem. I agree...don't call me "hon" or "dearie". It seems I have been reborn and am again in the "cute" stage of life. Makes me crazy annoyed sometimes.

Great poem but how do we act in Act 3? Should we cry more or be stoic? Should we dress outlandishly or be a frumpy old person with spills on our fronts? Or should we just sail forth, just being more of ourselves?

Pretty good for an old guy!

Right on, Marc.If you're a Senior Citizen, where are all the Junior Citizens?

And as for:
It angers me and makes me weary,if strangers call me “hon,” or “dearie." I completely agree.

It's so condescending to the man and his wife. To be sorta fair though, I've noticed that such language tends to be used in the southern and south-eastern states rather than in the rest of the country.

I always enjoy your poems, Marc.
At the advanced old age of 81 (where did those years go?), nothing much bothers me anymore. I understand I have now passed into the "old, old" category. and I do, indeed refer to myself as an old woman.I will have a rare chance to enjoy my role as matriarch when our family has a reunion this coming Sunday. My role is to sit on my walker, snapping pictures of all the cute "littles," and handing out presents to them--a role I made up for myself, and I love it. I am one of the few who don't mind the "honey, sweetie, dear" names-- in fact, I do it to others, too, especially to younger ones, and it seems to please them, and makes for an instant connection.

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