Senior Citizens
I did this on my radio show and it lit up the phone with people wanting a copy. So, I decided to put it on my blog so everybody of any age can enjoy it.
We seniors are constantly being criticized for every conceivable deficiency of the modern world, real or imaginary. And we do take responsibility for all we have done and we do not blame others. However, upon reflection, we would like to point out that we were not the ones who took: the melody out of the music, the pride of of appearance, the courtesy out of driving, the romance out of love, the commitment out of marriage, the responsibility out of parenthood, the togetherness out of the family, the learning out of education, the service out of patriotism, the Golden Rule from rulers, the nativity scene out of cities, the civility out of behavior, the refinement out of language, the dedication out of employment, the prudence out of spending, the ambition out of achievement, or God out of government and school. And we are certainly not the ones who eliminated patience and tolerance from personal relationships and interaction with others. And we do understand the meaning of patriotism and remember those who fought and died for our country. Does anybody under the age of 50 even know the lyrics to the Star Spangled Banner?
Yes, I’m a senior citizen. I’m the life of the party even if it lasts past 8 p.m. I’m very good at opening childproof caps with a hammer. I usually want to go home before I get where I’m going. I’m awake many hours before my body will allow me to get up. I smile the whole time because I have no idea what you’re saying. I’m very good at telling stories over and over and over and over. And I am so cared for, long term care, eye care, private care, health care, dental care. I’m not really grouchy. I just don’t like traffic, waiting, crowds, lawyers, loud music, unruly kids, Toyota commercials, Tom Brokaw, Dan Rather, barking dogs, politicians, and a few other things I can’t seem to remember right now. I’m sure that everything I can’t find is in a secure place, somewhere.
I’m wrinkled, saggy, lumpy and that’s just my left leg. I’m beginning to realize that getting old is not for wimps. I’m starting to wonder, if you’re only as old as you feel, how can I possibly be alive at the age of 150? I’m a walking storeroom of facts. But I seemed to have lost the key to the storeroom door. Yes, I am senior citizen and I think I’m having the time of my life.
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