4 thoughts on “grandpa


    When I am old, do you suppose
    That hairs will grow out of my nose,
    And as I count the passing years
    Will tufts of it sprout from my ears?

    When arms and legs are thin and frail
    And memory begins to fail
    Shall I recall those days gone by
    When passing women sought my eye?

    When face is wrinkled, fold on fold,
    And summer heatwaves leave me cold,
    And teeth are gone, and eyes are weak,
    Shall I lose all desire to speak?

    When I have lived my lifespan through
    And found at last a perfect view
    Will others see there no more than
    The mumblings of a mad old man?

    When I am always far away,
    Too deaf to hear a word you say,
    Your feelings – will they be the same
    When I keep asking you your name?

    When mind’s decayed, and flesh repels,
    And speech no longer casts its spells;
    When I am old, then we shall see
    Just what it was you loved in me.

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