The Downside
I know I’m getting older;
The calendar can’t lie.
The years of staying out all night
Have simply passed me by.
My clothing still looks youthful.
My energy’s not low;
Yet I’m not fooling anyone
And this is how I know:
As soon as I step on the train,
I’m offered up a seat.
It’s chivalrous, polite and kind
But also bittersweet.
For even though I will accept,
(A subway seat’s like gold.)
That person’s really telling me,
“Hey lady – you look old!”
Though courtesy is wonderful,
Please don’t misunderstand -
I’d rather blend into the crowd,
Quite happy just to stand.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2012
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