Is it the grey hair, streaking across the top of my head?
Is it the ominous creaking when I get up or down?
Is it the children asking if I used a telegraph when I was little?
And I can’t believe they really thought I did.
So, why then do I suddenly feel old?
I did NOT get carded yesterday when buying wine for dinner tonight.
(Of course, that may have had something to do with the fact that the proprietor and I
were discussing the various merits of veal marsala and chicken marsala at the time…)