Gratis

I ordered a coffee,
My cash in my hand.
The clerk waved it off;
I did not understand.

“Just have a nice Wednesday;
The coffee’s on me,”
He said as I realized
My coffee was free.

I don’t look decrepit
Or homeless or poor,
But much like the others
In line at the store.

Except for one thing –
I don’t need to be told
That compared to his customers,
Yes, I am OLD!

You’d think I’d be happy
But all I can say
Is, although I’m a senior,
I’d just as soon pay!