Proof
The powers-that-be wanted proof
That I am alive – not a spoof!
In the mail came a form,
Which I guess is the norm;
To ignore it, my checks would go poof!
I submitted a photo I.D.
With my signature plain as can be
But they also required
Proof I haven’t expired,
So I sent a new picture of me.
In the image, I’m holding, for views,
Today’s Times, but it’s not for the news.
Since the date can be read,
There’s the proof I’m not dead,
Though my wrinkles they’ll have to excuse.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2022
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