When I am old and weary, I’ll do some chants
And put on a pair of bright orange pants
With printed flowers, fruits and plants
And green socks to complete my granny stance.
I will slowly make my way to KMart
With my wheeled walker and a push cart.
I will scold the loud youngs and be a tart
Just because I’m old and weary, it’ll feel right!
When I am grey and grumpy, I’ll always snort
For everyone to give way to a granny so short
My cane will be my weapon against rowdy cohort
Standing close to my empty carport.
All because I’m grey and grumpy, I’ll be a spoilsport!
I can’t wait to write my age as Sixty Two-
I’ll always be in front of a very long queue
Holding a burger as people watch me chew.
Just because I’m sixty two and not a cuckoo!
There’s so much joy I see in old people’s ways-
Bingo with colorful pens spent on Sundays.
No cash for groceries, just coupons wrapped in lace
As they strut and swag in a very slow turtle pace.
I can’t wait to be old and weary.
I just want to be grey and grumpy.