H. Nelson Fitton

(Alexandria, Virginia)

Senior Citizens - Poem by H. Nelson Fitton

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

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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