We got this lit­tle piece in our e-​​mail inbox the other day, and thought it was just a lit­tle funny, a lit­tle cute and a lit­tle true – at least the points we agree with. (There’s more after the “read more” link at the bottom.)

Senior cit­i­zens are con­stantly being crit­i­cized for every con­ceiv­able defi­ciency of the mod­ern world, real or imag­i­nary. We know we take respon­si­bil­ity for all we have done and do not blame others.

How­ever, upon reflec­tion, we would like to point out that it was NOT the senior cit­i­zens who took:

The melody out of music,

The pride out of appearance,

The cour­tesy out of driving,

The romance out of love,

The com­mit­ment out of marriage,

The respon­si­bil­ity out of parenthood,

The togeth­er­ness out of the family,

The learn­ing out of education,

The ser­vice out of patriotism,

The Golden Rule from rulers,

The civil­ity out of behavior,

The refine­ment out of language,

The ded­i­ca­tion out of employment,

The pru­dence out of spending,

The ambi­tion out of achieve­ment, or,

God out of gov­ern­ment and school.

And we cer­tainly are NOT the ones who elim­i­nated patience and tol­er­ance from per­sonal rela­tion­ships and inter­ac­tions with others!!

And, we do under­stand the mean­ing of patri­o­tism, and remem­ber those who have fought and died for our country.

Does any­one under the age of 50 know the lyrics to the Star Span­gled Banner?

Just look at the Seniors with tears in their eyes and pride in their hearts as they stand at atten­tion with their hand over their hearts!

YES, I’M A SENIOR CITIZEN!

I’m the life of the party … even if it lasts until 8 p.m.

I’m very good at open­ing child­proof caps … with a hammer.

I’m usu­ally inter­ested in going home before I get to where I am going.

I’m awake many hours before my body allows me to get up.

I’m smil­ing all the time because I can’t hear a thing you’re saying.

I’m very good at telling sto­ries; over and over and over and over …

I’m aware that other people’s grand­chil­dren are not nearly as cute as mine.

I’m so cared for – long term care, eye care, pri­vate care, den­tal care.

I’m not really grouchy,

I just don’t like traf­fic, wait­ing, crowds, lawyers, loud music, unruly kids, Toy­ota com­mer­cials, bark­ing dogs, politi­cians and a few other things I can’t seem to remem­ber right now.

I’m sure every­thing I can’t find is in a safe secure place, somewhere.

I’m wrin­kled, saggy, lumpy, and that’s just my left leg.

I’m hav­ing trou­ble remem­ber­ing sim­ple words like …

I’m begin­ning to real­ize that aging is not for wimps.

I’m sure they are mak­ing adults much younger these days, and when did they let kids become policemen?

I’m won­der­ing, if you’re only as old as you feel, how I could be alive at 150?

And, how can my kids be older than I feel sometimes?

I’m a walk­ing store­room of facts.…. I’ve just lost the key to the store­room door.

Yes, I’m a senior cit­i­zen and I think I am hav­ing the time of my life!

Now if I could only remem­ber who sent this to me, I wouldn’t send it back to them, but I would send it to many more!