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Child Tickets

 

I activated child tickets by mistake, said Bob to the conductor.

On the New Jersey transit train to Trenton.

But, they’re the same price as for seniors, correct?

The collector smiled.

Adding, you can be child-like, but not childish.

As he placed his scanner against the QR code on the phone.

Two buzzes acknowledging payments.

Again, he grinned.

Good-bye, young ones!

In that second I thought of Shakespeare’s As You Like It.

Felt myself upon a stage.

I hope this not the seventh stage.

Sans teeth, sans eyes….sans everything.

But merely a senior moment.

Fares revamped to cyber ping.

 

Lynn Benjamin

March 16, 2024