Meeting for an Early Lunch

In our younger days we met for dinner;

Now it’s mainly lunch.

We needn’t rush; since we’re retired,

Time slots we don’t crunch.

 

We pack up meals we’ve ordered,

For we’ve barely eaten half

And when waiters ask, “Dessert or wine?”

We shake our heads and laugh.

 

We stop a stranger, asking if

He’ll snap our photo please.

He sees four senior citizens

So he, of course, agrees.

 

But what he cannot understand

(No reason that he should)

Is that, though we look old to him,

There is the likelihood

 

That we’ve lived through so many things

He’s only read about

And though he’ll have his own adventures,

There is little doubt

 

That we add up to so much more

Than what his pix reveal –

Four smiling alte kakers*

Clutching what’s left of our meal.

 

*a Yiddish expression meaning old farts