When I'M Old
As we sat in silence,
in a room so dark and cold;
a thought began to bother me,
and you weren't there for me to hold.
My skin began to sag,
my vision began to fade;
my thin hairline was barely there,
and I couldn't recognize my own face.
Bags under my eyes,
drooping under my chin;
wrinkles stretched from ear to ear,
and I could hardly spark a grin.
My arms were aged and underneath they hang,
there were calluses on my feet;
my legs were barley steady,
and time had damaged my speech.
My weight was hard on my knees,
I couldn't hear worth a lick;
I underestimated my cancer,
ignored it and became very sick.
Now I'm here in this hospital,
lying on this death stricken bed,
taking in my final breaths;
and I want you to hold my hand.
Look into my glossy eyes,
as my fragile skin becomes stiff and cold;
Remember the way we felt when we were young,
now I know for sure that you still love me when I'm old.
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