Seniors
I like senior citizens
They know what I do
We sing words to our songs
And the ‘F’ word is few
When talking about history
Youth think ‘King’ is a rank
Mention Kennedy’s death
Their faces go blank
Teens dance as ‘tho injured
Having spasms suggestive
Missing the closeness
Of waltz - ever festive
Their ears carry piercings
Eyebrow then toe
More hidden in spots
I don’t want to know
Slim hips must have Velcro
To keep pants holding on
The edge of their butts
Causing senior’s alarm
They message with cell phones
Always keeping in touch
Seniors share coffee
But one cup’s enough
They’re raised with our guidance
Where did we go wrong?
I’ll stay with the ‘old’ ones
It’s where I belong
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