Frugal, frazzled, but certainly not retired,
Turning 65 (alas) yields much to be admired.
Now my Medicare bill (at $670 for half a year)
No longer puts my monthly budget in arrears.
Not that I could live 1/4th as well at half that rate,
Eating Ramen noodles and beans to compensate,
Even with senior menus and lower motels rates
And lesser drug prices for those who medicate.
Moisturizer, eye-lifting serum, and colored hair,
I’m still young enough that I should vainly care.
With one foot in the grave (on a banana peel),
Sure, I admit that I’m more than half-way there.
Aging, with dignity, I now will my wisdom dispense.
Class of 1970 is holding a reunion to recompense.