Senior Center

We gather at the
Senior center every day,
Have a good time
And chase the blues away,
Meet our friends
And have a great lunch
At little expense
And many a widower
Starts a new life,
Found at the center
A new wife,
Like ninety year old Neil
Met an eighty year young chick
Loaded with sex appeal,
We play cards, sing and dance
And pray to the Lord
That life never ends.
We meet at a hospital complex,
Where they house the insane,
And, jokingly, call our place
'Senile center' by name.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2008 Alfred Charasz