Tonight at the cafe
I just crashed into my age
Fractured my pride
Wounded my self-image
It doesn’t matter how old I feel
The fact is, I AM OLD, and
I was just rejected because
I am 69, and not 59
No matter that I don’t look 69
Or feel 69, or act 69
Facts are facts
Just give me the facts ma’am
I can’t help it
I allowed myself to get
Sucked into the idea of
Linear time.
Well, as Scarlett said
Tomorrow is another day.
Till then, pour me another glass
Humor me, honor me
Tomorrow I’ll rise again
Phoenix-like from the ashes
of my cremated pride
Bitterness swept away
Another day,
another unlikely male
In the interminable pipeline of the
online dating machine
