While at “the home” yesterday
I heard an old lady say,
“I need some ginger-ale,
I need some ginger-ale,
I need some ginger-ale.”
I then asked, “Why do you need some ginger-ale?”
She replied, “I have a bottle of vodka hidden
in my room
and I’m gonna mix them.
I need some ginger-ale.
I need some ginger-ale.
I need some ginger-ale,” she mumbled
as she rolled away
I guess you’re never too old to live it up.
I then looked at my grandma
who stared down the hall
in envy.
Another Poem Another Day 
What an insight into the fact that just because you’re old doesn’t mean you’re not enjoying life! Thanks for the poem!
Thanks for the comment!