by Kendra Allen

Created on: June 24, 2009

FINAL FREEDOM

Old age bestows a blessed gift
Young men will never know-
So many things taboo for them
For me are apropos.

I wear old slippers to the store
With socks that never match,
And if I itch, no matter where,
I dig down deep and scratch.

Or if my neighbor's backyard bash
Becomes a bit too bland,
I yawn and ask to be excused
And know they'll understand.

When I go to a restaurant,
I eat the coupon steak,
Then sing myself a birthday song
So they'll bring me some cake.

I tip all waiters 10%
Without explaining why,
And if the dinner gives me gas
I boldly let it fly!

No, I don't mind the passing years
Now that I've found the key-
These waning days of silver hair
Have set my spirit free!

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