For $16 a year I can become
A card-carrying member
Of their club
(even though I’m not retired)
They promise discounts on rental cars and Rx drugs
A monthly magazine featuring folks like me
Sort of
They entice me with the possibility of joining a local chapter
Mingling over watery instant coffee and stale pastries
With other old farts
Sharing photographs of grandchildren (I have none)
Gripes about Social Security
Complaints about our ailments
You make me feel old, AARP
Like a fossil
Where did the years go?
How did you get my number?
And now that you have it
Will you ever leave me alone?
I’m not one of you
Not yet
Anyway
I don’t give a damn what the calendar
Says
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