Gratis
I ordered a coffee,
My cash in my hand.
The clerk waved it off;
I did not understand.
“Just have a nice Wednesday;
The coffee’s on me,”
He said as I realized
My coffee was free.
I don’t look decrepit
Or homeless or poor,
But much like the others
In line at the store.
Except for one thing –
I don’t need to be told
That compared to his customers,
Yes, I am OLD!
You’d think I’d be happy
But all I can say
Is, although I’m a senior,
I’d just as soon pay!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2018
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