Not So Bad
It's really not so terrible,
This thing of growing old.
I don't have to mind my manners
Nor do what I've been told.
No one seems to care about it
If I break a few short rules.
I can say that I'm too old now,
To tolerate the fools.
I can wear the brightest colors
Red and yellow, both at once.
Because I'm old, folks smile and don't
Assume that I'm a dunce.
I can even hug young fellows
Without fear of seeming bold.
No it's not too inconvenient,
This process of growing old.
In deference to my age, most folks
I meet are quite polite.
If I forget a thing or two,
They say that it's alright.
At my age, there's not much difference
Between the rich and poor.
We can't take it with us, money's
Not important any more.
Please don't feel sorry for me
Nor believe the things you're told.
It's not the end of living
Just because you're growing old.
By: Joyce Johnson
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