Got on the bus the other day
to have a meal and see a play.
Dinner theater is its name
to a country guy this was tame.
Senior citizens on my bus
made me often want to cuss.
They moved around very slow
every place I wanted to go.
Some spoke too soft and some too loud
some strayed away from the crowd.
Some were cold and some were hot
some smelled real good and others did not.
Our arrival was very fine
except there was a long bus line
filled with seniors from miles away
all were waiting to see the play.
Stood in long lines for the food
some were polite and some were rude.
So I got to my table soon
but found I didn’t have a spoon.
When intermission time was there
everybody went from their chair
to stand in line at the rest room
but back for next act to resume.
The play was one of the best
even while we tried to digest
the meal we had eaten before
except for what was on the floor.
Now on the bus we started back
I wondered if I’d earned a plaque
because of what all I could see
of people who were just like me.
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Ageing isn't fun I'm told and have observed. Perhaps with all the stem cell stuff they're doing now, we may be able to stay in neutral for a while. Liz
Georg
Your poem makes this clearer than ever. lol
nice one
steve