About time I posted some of my song lyrics, eh …
Here’s one I wrote after recovering from shock at being asked at the ticket-booth, “Are you a senior?” That life-changing experience was in the merry month of May… I’m totally keeping on top of re-henna-ing my hair since then and luckily no one has dared ask me that question again!
R u a Senior?
© 2009, Radha Sahar
Got a new outfit – hotpants and tights
My honey says “You look sexy tonight”
We go to the movies – high, on a roll
The ticket-booth girl thinks I’m not a young doll
“R U a Senior?” Hell – what a shock!
Maybe I am, and maybe I’m not
Am I a Senior? Is she deranged?
I’m thirty inside! There’s no way I’ve changed!
I must’ve looked pale. I almost dropped dead
I couldn’t believe what that ticket-girl said
She was just being kind as a discount applied
But not enough to restore my pride
R U a Senior? I can’t believe
I look like a pensioner! I am so peeved
My man sees me flinch. I’m tense, on my guard
He graciously flashes the requisite card
The discount placates me – a bit of a laugh
But really, these places should train all their staff
To protect people’s egos. ‘Adult’ sounds right
Identify Seniors by card, not by sight
R U a Senior? Runs through my head
A mind-numbing mantra – a question I dread
Am I a Senior seniỏr, or a girl?
I’ll happily settle for the best of both worlds:
A playfully cheeky, eccentric, young crank
One you cannot cross, coz she can pull rank!