The day is coming when I will grow old
My brain will fail and my skin will age
I’ll be trapped in a never-changing cage
And my flesh and blood begin to go cold
But I have tools for when old age arrives
A Why follow rules? ideal I’ll apply
If it works for kids, It’ll work for I
With this perspective, I will survive
And there’s the betrayal of my offspring
Who went and shunned me away behind walls
They will see and be embarrassed, appalled.
And there’s no revenge more satisfying
Old age may grasp me in a grip so tight
But I’m not going down without a fight!
3rd March 2003
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