It wasn't with the grey hairs;
When the charts showed only 'rap'.
It wasn't when a 'happy hour',
Became a lunch-time nap.
It wasn't with the train set,
(That the children mustn't play).
I didn't 'get' the Twilight Craze,
Or Fifty Shades of Grey.
Nor was it when I felt,
The 'morning after' even though,
I stayed indoors the night before,
To catch the Matlock show.
I guess, for me, I realised,
That I'd advanced in years,
When I preferred a board game,
To a night of clubs and beers.