My father-in-law always said he hoped he could live to be a hundred. He is now 89 and still in fairly good health. The only problem is that a couple of years ago he developed Alzheimer’s and is now confined to a care facility. As I think about him and others I find myself wondering whether growing old is really all that great. If you are one who is in good health perhaps it would be a good thing, but I believe the odds are stacked against that happening. I have always said I don’t want to live to be real old. This poem expresses some of my sentiments.
Living to be 94
If I live to be 94
What friend would come knocking at my door
Being that they’d all gone before
Or maybe they came and I remember no more
Since those memories seem to go right out the door
Why would I want to be that old
Why would one want to be so bold
To out-live all my friends of old
And spend my last doing what I’m told
Not a great option for me…
When death comes passing at 84
I just might hitch a ride while I am sure
That growing old appeals no more
When my only friend left is Arthur Itis
The world can surely do without us
Death, come grab me before 94
For I won’t want to be here anymore!
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Photos: Dwight L.
While I wouldn’t take my life (anymore), I do hope and pray that God does take me long before 94. I don’t want to live disabled and misunderstood on top of getting too weak physically and be abused.
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I am with you on this one. But, unfortunately (or fortunately) we do not know how long we will be around.
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Only God knows.
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Hi rothpoetry. It amazes me to what age many do live with so many ways to die! Thank you for liking my poem “The Ageing Prison!” Peace and Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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It is a big choice to make!
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