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You Say You Love Me
You say you love me, now.
Will you still tomorrow?
When I am old and gray,
Carrying a drainage bag
or wearing diapers.
Bulging at the seams.
Having no teeth.
Being carried from bed to chair.
Stuck in a geriatric chair or
pushed in a wheelchair.
No more partying, no more beach,
no more "'tween the sheets"
or oil massages.
Not being able to be with you when
you need me the most.
Beginning to speak in between the naps.
Possibly Alzheimer's, Stroke, MI, Parkinson's or just plain
idiopathic brain damage. Only to list a few.
Paranoia, neurosis, special diets
with in between nourishments and or tube feedings.
Forced fluids, daily weights, you've had
your share while doing your work.
A professional you are and darn good too.
I would be extremely arrogant and cruel to ask this
of you in your retirement years.
I love you now and more tomorrow.
These things I would do for you if need be.
But, you are strong and will be independent and
capable of providing your own.
How could I ever think that you would leave a strong
attachment to security and comfort to care for me
in my staid.
I want you to think freely and weigh all measures as
how to spend your future years.
I have waited a long time for you,
now my youthful and useful days are numbered;..
Will you be able to adjust to life's ups and downs?
I have not many years remaining
to enjoy
all the beauties of nature.
Procrastination is an enemy of mine,and when
rid of it, I will imbibe of all the beauty being
offered.
I need to live now, for there will be no tomorrow
of reality of time and place.
Teach me and love me. Show me all beautiful
things you have encountered.
Love me now for there is...
no Tomorrow.
