When your folks were 57,

you thought that they’d soon go on to heaven.

But now that I have reached that same “old” age

a different story’s being told.

You say that I am “just a kid,”

yet my grandson says I’m old.

And truth be told, it’s not that boy

who’s acting downright bold—

to patronize a person who

has also lived a life that’s full—

filled with decades of experience

some of which could make you drool.

You remember when you were my age,

yet, I can’t remember what I had for lunch.

You swore you’d never talk like them,

yet here you are—it’s just pretend.

So, tell me now, oh wise old sage,