Geriatric Distinction

Now that I am seventy-three years old, people finally treat me with respect. Graying hair contributes, so I’ve been told, creating effects, one learns to expect— doors held open, assistance offered, discounts given at restaurants and stores. Smiles exchanged and salutations proffered, as though we are highly esteemed mentors. I feel for my colleagues who have baldness, as many young men share their distinction, creating confusion to make one guess, who’s deserving of this recognition. But we’ll take whatever help we can get, along this road to our final sunset.