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When I am old
and no longer needed,
Then, if you wish, you may pick
some flowers for me.
Place them in a vase on my table,
where I shall look at them.
You may speak of how I was
when I was younger.
Tell everyone what sort of
a man I was.
We can celebrate the many
adventures
that I lived when I was young.
For when I am old you
will have dismissed me.
Catalogued me, put me out
to pasture to rot until death.
That is what you shall do for me,
when I am old.
You may treat me like a child
and speak to me as if
I was uninformed.
You may scream at me for
aging as an
inconvenience for you.
I shall accept your complaints,
when I am old and no
longer needed.
Though I might be your loved one
I understand your irritation
as I age and grow old
before your eyes.
Truly your life shall be more
necessary than mine, for I will
be old and in the way.
You may put me in a museum
with other old people.
And visit me once a week, if
you have the time.
Ignore my advice,
disregard my opinion for I shall
be old without a mind.
Focus on my habits, highlight
my disabilities.
Talk to me with your eyes on
the clock.
This you may do when I am old.
For me, I will be grateful that
you have taken time
from your busy, busy life
to spend an hour
or so
with me.
When I am old, you may
divide my property.
Determine my needs and
impatiently wait for me to die.
When I am old, and just
a page of history,
you may place me in a box,
put it in the ground
and erect a stone above my head.
And sigh relief that I am out of your way.