Ma'am

At one time strangers called me “Miss,”
But now it’s switched to “Ma’am.”
I guess I must absorb the fact
That “Ma’am” is what I am.

If people offer me a seat
When on a bus or train,
I feel a little bad, but hey –
A seat? I can’t complain.

But somehow, when they call me “Ma’am,”
My blood starts running cold;
‘Cause I gain nothing but the fact
That I am viewed as OLD!

For younger generation folk,
My wise advice is this:
Do women everywhere a favor –
Ditch the “Ma’am” for “Miss!”