Many think our sport is the rocking chair <br /> When we reach the age of medicare. <br /> Many say we're not where it's at <br /> When our muscles give way to fat. <br /> Many say we're in times undertow <br /> When our step has begun to slow. <br /> Many say we're growing senile <br /> When we talk of things erstwhile. <br /> Many say the mirror doesn't lie <br /> When we disdain those who quantify. <br /> To us it's become perfectly clear <br /> It's a fraud to measure age by year. <br /> So, what many say just ain't true; <br /> We're not facing our Waterloo. <br /> Yet when all is said and done, <br /> We say this to all and one: <br /> While we do not favor our rocking chair, <br /> We thank our stars for medicare.<br /><br />H. Nelson Fitton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/senior-citizens/
