A stranger, I wandered into a town,
Such as I'd never seen before.
A welcome banner across the main street;
Every house with an open door.
I thought that perhaps I would need a pass,
As I gingerly stepped inside.
Would anyone notice uninvited me
And my presence, would they abide?
I wondered, "Would I really be welcome?"
The party was large and quite loud.
Then some friendly folks saw me entering,
Helped me find my way through the crowd.
I am trying now, another such door,
With but one stipulation heard.
Surely I qualify as a senior,
And in every sense of the word.
[This message has been edited by Joyce Johnson (edited 05-09-2001).]