Old.

You become a baby again.

..until that day comes.
you've been waiting for it. longing for it to come.

every morning i ask." how are you doing? Did you sleep well?"
You respond," well, I'm still here.." and close your eyes again.

I never want to be there.
never..

When you die of old age.
people expect it.

I would much rather die when im fifty then live the rest of my life waiting to die.

Its especially sad when you never see those you've raised.
those that are here because of you.
They are off living their own lives..

yeah, they'll come visit you once in a while.
but when they leave you have a horrible week.
you cry and cry and cry...
they might as well have never of come. (?)
you could have stayed in your normal routine.

Maybe this is just how i see it because of where i am.
there are many elderly people, 92 year olds living on their own..
right?


No...i never want to be there.