About eighty years ago
a friend of mine called Bob
came to supper at our house.

He joined our family
around our dining room table.

My father served the food
that my mother had prepared.

When Bob’s plate was passed to him
he took a serious look at the asparagus
that was one of the offerings.

He said “What’s that?”
and my mother told him
and then suggested that he try it
since it was obvious
he’d never seen it before.

Well, he tried it –
one big bite of it.

He made an awful face
before saying:
“Do I don’t like it!”

Ever since then
in my family
we often refer to our “Dis-likes”
with: “Do I don’t like it!”

In recent days
and even in recent years
I have applied Bob’s vernacular
to Old Age.

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