Respect

Want to be old enough.

Turns out my old geezerliness is not old enough.

And here I thought it was.

But the other day heard a poem from a guy that was really old. 80s. He said you're not really old until you get there. Then, in a chance visit only yesterday, another octogenarian said much the same. (Seems to me a pride thing going on here.)

I, a mere septuagenarian ... and didn't even know how to spell it til just now. (You'd think after more than seven decades on the planet you'd have the rudiments of English spelling down - on what forgotten isle was this contrary language invented?!)

You spend your whole life trying to get old enough, and then you discover the centenarian, mid-stride in a vocation, married with kids, 30 years old when your mama was still changing your diapers.

Just never get no respect.