75

when i'm seventy five
i will wear polka dotted dresses.
i will gossip with the old ladies
at the drug store
about the cute old men
across the counter.

i will brag about my grandkids
and how i still have all my teeth.
i will make persimmon pudding
when people visit
and make them feel obliged to eat it
(but i won't eat any, of course).

i will be a little crazy
and yell because i can't hear.
i will boss people around
and get angry if they don't listen.

i will wear big hats and orange tennis shoes
that will embarrass my family.
i will make up stories about my childhood,
tell corny jokes and laugh like a hyena.

i will collect social security
and use it to feed my pet mice.
i will sleep on the top bunk of a bunk bed...

i will have fun and make being old worthwhile...