I want a bar that serves
Only people Forty Plus.
I want to go to a cocktail venue
With a VIP list of people
Who have lived.

The bouncer is a nearly-deaf elderly man,
With a loud grumpy voice and
Yells anyone without a card that reads AARP
“Is out of here!”

I want to lounge in a scarlet velvet booth and listen to
Sinatra tunes and swoon.
Then add
The Ramones and Social Distortion
Tunes.

Society is  selling candied beauty
Which neither *** can ever attain.
How lovely it would be to
Give the other a break.

I want to drink wine with people;
broken by life
Bu still live bright eyed and wide..
I want to hang with people who have
At least one body part replaced:
Preferably a hip.
A new hipster of sorts.

No fishy pouts or cartoon rumps
Men with casually confident
And pay for each round.
I want to laugh and debate
With Gen Xers

Who understand, no one is getting out of this place.
No matter how healthy they eat.
In fact, I am craving something
Yummy and delicious
And bah hum bug
On nutritious.

I want a place where we can smile wise
From life’s realities and
Not keep the appearance
Of youth -
Accept our wrinkles, heating pads,
and early curfew.

A place we don’t have to pretend
Drink what we wish,
Tell a tale or two
Know life is cool
And it is ok
That this is Life.

Perhaps;
Perhaps not:
We will begin again.