When you reach the age of seventy
It really is a special day
For you then become invisible
And treated in a different way

You'll be ignored in bars and cafes
Boycotted in boutiques
Fobbed off by snooty salesmen
As they sneer down their beaks

Be prepared for humiliation
And blanked wherever you roam
The only place you’re recognised
Is when you arrive back home

In this modern world
Where youth is prized
Old age is dismissed
The easiest solution
Is to pretend we don’t exist !