Ready for my closeup, Mr. DeMille,
Bring the lights up full and show the wrinkles.
In the age of Volt, I’m a Coupe DeVille,
My paint job is shattered into crinkles.
When do you give up on love and success,
And simply concentrate on the moment?
Chasing a thrill causes kneecap distress,
Your neck is cramping and your back is bent.
You’re not getting rich after sixty years,
Love Disability and Medicare.
Stifle the thoughts of a future of fears.
Everyone will know if you dye your hair.
I’m a senior and Golden Ager.
No longer minor, I guess I’m major.