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