Senior citizens,
Some of them have surrendered,
To the inescapable fence,
Of time and wait to fly away like a bird.
But a few others seem evergreen,
Though minds long for a bright colour,
They stop, thinking that it belongs to the teen,
Yet none can stop them from choosing red underwear!
Senior citizens have given much to the civilisation,
Expect nothing more than a little sympathy in return.
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