The Day I Was Demoted

Written
2009

 I guess it happened some time ago.

I have been seriously demoted

         as a citizen.

Just that no one had informed me.

Truth is that I have been

        of the lesser status

         for some time.

That made the hurting cut deeper

         when I did find  out.

Simple truth is that when

         you are a senior

         you can no longer have

         the respected rank of adult.

I learned this terrible truth

       on the day when

         I went on line to

         buy my airline tickets.

I had lots of boxes to check

         and fill in.

I knew where I was going and when.

I knew when I was to come back.

I spelled my name correctly

         and knew my address.

When asked the number of passengers

         I got it right.

One adult, of course.

One senior proudly!

Then came the bottom line

         I had a problem.

I was asked to pay for the adult

         and the senior.

I puzzled on this for some time.

According to Southwest Airline

         I have to be either

         an adult

         or a senior.

For years I have prided myself

         on my adultness.

My children agreed I was indeed an adult.

Although they called it "stuffiness"

Now to retain this hard earned rank

         I had to pay extra.

Now who ever would have though that

         in addition to the hard pain

         of becoming and retaining adulthood

         one had to pay a premium.

Eighty years old and my rank

         is lost!

I need not have had Scottish

         forefathers to humble myself

         and honor my pocketbook.

I sat on that plane wondering how

        a senior asks for a Bloody Mary.

Humble, mumble I guess.

 

 

 

 

Notes
In April 2009 I bought a airline ticket and was amused that adult and senior were exclusive topics. This poem was the result