I Do Not Want To Grow Old
Not sure that I want to grow very old
worrying about heating feeling cold
living on my own surly that’s no fun,
just memories of life, what I’ve done
do I need to suffer with aches and pain
concerns of dementia or going insane,
thoughts of not getting out, stuck indoors
unable to do everyday jobs and chores,
needing help to get in and out the shower
sitting watching the clock hour after hour,
arthritis in my knees, elbows, and hips
loss of appetite just living on oven chips,
daily pills supposedly keeping me alive
longing, awaiting the grim reaper to arrive,
becoming frail, needing help to keep clean
thoughts of family members but never seen,
don’t think I want to grow very old, decrepit
want to stay young, healthy, strong, intrepid,
so what choices do I have, perhaps just one
such thoughts are saddening and so wrong.
Fiction.
Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2018
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