This actually happened to me only yesterday!
BRAIN BOX!
We met at the cheese-tasting counter, this elderly lady and I,
And we started a brief conversation, when we both caught the other's eye.
Then I used a phrase which upset her; she bridled, yes that is the word,
As though it was something quite dreadful, that little phrase she'd heard.
When I mentioned the adjective 'old' she spun round and almost shouted!
That I had hit on a raw, raw nerve , well, that could not be doubted!
'I'm not old!' then she went on; 'You may be, but I am not!'
And, for the briefest moment, I thought she'd lost the plot!
After all, she was bent and wrinkled and her hair was iron-grey,
I'm afraid I'd have guessed at eighty because she looked that way!
'Don't you know your brain's a computer!' My new friend looked quite cross.
'Only you alone can program! Yes, you alone are boss.
You put in your brain the program and it's then your brain reacts.
You're simply what you tell your brain. I know these are the facts!
Tell your brain you're old, my dear, and your brain will say O.K.
Your programming needs improvement!'
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And she briskly walked away!
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An encounter at the counter! I felt that I'd been sprung!
But I left the shop saying to my brain 'You're young! You're young! You're young!'
