Today at the drugstore, the clerk was a gent.

From my purchase this chap took off 10 percent.

I asked for the cause of a lesser amount;

And he answered, Because of the Seniors Discount.

I went to McDonalds for a burger and fries;

And there, once again, got quite a surprise.

The clerk poured some coffee which he handed to me.

He said, For you seniors, the coffee is free.

Understand — Im not old — Im merely mature;

But some things are changing, temporarily, Im sure.

The newspaper print gets smaller each day,

And people speak softer — cant hear what they say.

My teeth are my own (I have the receipt),

and my glasses identify people I meet.

Oh, Ive slowed down a bit … not a lot, I am sure.

You see, Im not old … Im only mature.

The gold in my hair has been bleached by the sun.

You should see all the damage that chlorine has done.

Washing my hair has turned it all white,

But dont call it gray … saying blond is just right.

My car is all paid for … not a nickel is owed.

Yet a kid yells, Old duffer … get off of the road!

My car has no scratches … not even a dent.

Still I get all that guff from a punk whos Hell bent.

My friends all get older … much faster than me.

They seem much more wrinkled, from what I can see.

Ive got character lines, not wrinkles … for sure,

But dont call me old … just call me mature.

The steps in the houses theyre building today

Are so high that they take … your breath all away;

And the streets are much steeper than 10 years ago.

That should explain why my walking is slow.

But Im keeping up on whats hip and whats new,

And I think I can still dance a mean boogaloo.

Im still in the running … in this Im secure,

Im not really old … Im only mature.