Old age doesn’t burst through the door…it takes time for it to arrive…
then one day you find yourself heading out to dinner at a little after five.
Hey, it pays to get there early…there are specials on the menu to be read,
and we wanted to get back in time to watch the news…before we went to bed.
After we entered the restaurant and to our seats we strolled
I decided to keep my jacket on…to counteract the cold.
When I first picked up the menu…I admit I was appalled
I thought, what am I reading…a contract…this print is much too small.
And I saw our waitress’s lips move when she handed us our bread
but she must have been talking in a whisper because I didn’t hear a word she said.
As I commented on the menu’s print, how loud it was….and how cold
I suddenly came to the realization…I have gotten old.
So I resolved I would embrace it…I smiled at Deborah, my wife
zipped up my jacket then proceeded to eat my tuna sandwich…
with my fork and knife.
After the waitress said “Thank you honey!” and from the restaurant we debarked…
I said, “That was a lovely evening…do you remember where we parked?”
On our way home I commented to Deborah about how our meal tasted great
except I was a little unnerved by that old guy across the room
who seemed to be watching everything I ate.
She happily pointed out I was looking at a mirrored wall
and that old guy watching me…was me…
In my defense the lighting was a little dim
and my eyes aren’t what they used to be…
As I say old age does not burst through the door…
it takes time for it to arrive
Sometimes it sneaks up on you …
at a restaurant…
while you’re eating dinner…
a little after five.
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