Silly verse about living here

I dwell among the elderly,
A fact that tests me greatly.
I once enjoyed debauchery
But now live quite sedately.

For this is not a frivolous place
And not a lightweight crowd.
They frown on much hilarity
And don’t play music loud.

They are, in fact, quite cranky
And quite often, when they chat,
They tell the faults they find with this
Or detriments of that.

Finding fault with all the world,
They travel through the day.
It seems a shame that they must fuss
And carry on that way.

And this behavior I report
To you ‘cause I’m explaining
What one observes when living here,
But I am NOT complaining.