Saw a friend for lunch; we meet
To talk of
health and aging.
A cozy
booth; we schmooze and eat,
Our changes
up for gauging.
The negatives
of age contrast
With pics of
a vacation
So beautiful
that they surpassed
Our senior
state fixation.
Until at
last, we split the bill,
The credit
cards extended.
We signed
our names and knew the drill;
Our lovely
meal had ended.
I folded my
receipt in two
And in the
bag I carry,
I stuffed it,
like I always do,
So very
ordinary.
We said
goodbye and headed out,
Where home
for us both beckoned.
About the
check, I had a doubt;
I’ll look at
home, I reckoned.
An hour
later, no receipt
Appeared,
despite my searching.
I sadly must
admit defeat,
A getting
old besmirching.
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