Elderly

Please do not call me “elderly.”

My age may make me old

And if you met me, someone “senior”

Is what you’d behold.

 

Yet “elderly” implies, to me,

A person who is frail,

Who’s stuck in bed or couldn’t walk,

Unaided, on a trail.

 

Since I no longer dye my hair

Or wear a made-up face,

The years have settled in in ways

That time cannot erase.

 

Yet I’ve a while to go before

I’m “elderly. (I hope!)

I’ll acquiesce to “old” or “senior;”

“Elderly’s” a nope!