First Day at the Senior Center

No one likes a misfit
who sighs and whines and bawls,
who curses every fault he makes,
who bangs upon the walls.

He is no fun to play with,
no fun to be around.
You look about just hoping that
a way out can be found.

Then all at once it hits you,
that you’re the whiney lout.
Yeah, you’re the big sore loser that
they all are talking ‘bout .

I guess I am a whiner
‘cause I don’t like to lose.
But I don’t shout at other folks,
just me that I abuse.

I think I can do better.
I never like to fail.
When I don’t do my very best
that’s when you’ll hear me wail.

But I’m not getting better.
In fact, I’m getting worse.
And yes, that make me very mad,
it makes me want to curse.

Okay, I have to stop that.
Control my mouth and face.
Learn how to win with dignity
and how to lose with grace.

And cursing won’t improve things.
I’ve learned that lesson well.
And no one wants to play with me,
someone who’ll curse and yell.

They kicked me out of yoga.
They said I wasn’t right.
They said to find some other class
‘cause I was too uptight.

But that’s why I tried yoga.
I thought it might work out.
Ease tension and anxiety,
that’s what yoga’s all about.

So now I’m in the hallway.
They banned me from that class.
They said I can’t come back again;
my language was just too crass.

Maybe they have karate.
Yeah, that’s where I belong.
I’m sure that it will calm me down.
Hey, how can I go wrong?