Perils of Being a Senior
Our phone has rung six times in an hour.
The same speech.
A robot offering us senior services.
We have asked them not to call us.
On call four they said we would be taken off their list.
Calls five and six were real people
Saying they were from Senior Services.
The perils of being on a list of oldsters
We will not be surprised to get calls seven and eight.
We sit here staring at the phone.
Disappointed because we both have our
Hands ready and the onslaught has seemed to stop.
Repeat tomorrow night.
Sixth day in a row.
Perils of having a birthday in
The fifties
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