Things Only Old Folks Know
The lost word or name is not a disaster,
It doesn’t mean Alzheimer’s or dementia,
It happens to everyone quite often.
That blank look, unresponsiveness is okay,
It isn’t snobbishness, anger or ignorance,
Our hearing isn’t what it used to be.
Sitting quietly as others leave the room
Isn’t disinterest or disagreement,
It’s just so damned hard to get out of the chair.
The lavish sprinkling of salt, pepper or hot sauce
Doesn’t mean the cooking’s lousy,
Our taste buds have been dying one by one.
The shrug and sigh at news of scandal
Isn’t indifference, it’s boredom with the stupidity
And arrogance of celebrities, politicians and stars.
The shaking head with the downturned mouth
Isn’t sudden onset of Parkinson’s disease,
We’re truly sad the world’s going to hell.
What those young folks, whippersnappers,
Don’t know has to be forgiven. They’ll learn
If they’re lucky enough to become one of the old folks.
-- Grace Pickford