It was an ordinary day. Reading my 25th Anniversary Commemorative Issue of "The Fishwrapper." Found a rather short poem that I thought you "Old-Timers" may enjoy; titled of all things...
"Senior Citizen."
I am a senior citizen.
I am the life of the party even when it lasts until 8:00 P.M.
I am usually interested in going home before I get where I am going.
I am good on a trip for at least an hour without my aspirin and antacid.
I am the first one to find the bathroom wherever I go.
I am awake many hours before my body allows me to get up.
I am smiling all of the time because I cannot hear a word you are saying.
I am very good at telling stories - over and over and over.
I am so cared for - long term, eye care, private care, dental care, etc.
I am not grouchy, but - I just do not like traffic, waiting, crowds and politicians.
I am sure that everything I cannot find is in a secure place somewhere.
I am wrinkled, saggy, and lumpy and that is just in my left leg!
I am sure they are making adults much younger these days.
I am a walking storeroom of facts - I just can't seem tolocate the storeroom.
I am a senior citizen, and I am having the time of my life.
You do not stop laughing when you grow old; you grow old when you stop laughing.
AMEN...So Be It.
Now...Who doesn't think this was funny? And...where do you live....!
It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.
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