Every time I complain to my doctor about an ailment, he simply shrugs and says that, at my age, it's to be expected. But, I had the last laugh, when he turned 50. I sent him this poem in a birthday card. : )
B names Birthdays you can't deny, I spells Insipid to tell how they fly. R sings Rest on your laurels today, T says Taste your cake with no delay. H gives History of birthdays till now, D Dares to grab all that birthdays allow. A taunts, "You are Aging too soon," Y stands to Yodel a birthday tune. Birthdays come and birthdays go, but you seem to stay the same This time, however, you've reached one to make you cringe in shame. 50 sounds so much older than 49 Now you'll be hearing all the time; ("May I see your discount card?") being carded as when you hit 21 only you won't be having any fun. You'll turn your back, and feign you didn't hear that hated refrain But hey, in today's sad economy we will accept any paltry gain. "Do you want the Senior menu?" "With your Senior discount, that comes to . . . " I've already had 25 years of that, so welcome to the club! You have officially crossed over into the fastest growing segment of the U. S. population, and have attained status as a certified member of The Seniors Club of America!
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