When I’m old and wrinkled with hair so white
Will you ship me off to live far from light
Will I lose my friends and all that I love
With getting old, is that the rub
Will joy never more come my way
With life a great bore each and every day
So daughters, please don’t imprison me
Let me live where I can breathe free
Where I can write words deep in the dark
Where I can enjoy life, listen to the lark
Don’t imprison me in an old person’s home
Let me have freedom for my mind to roam
Let me feel the earth under these feet
Let me chat with any new people I meet
When I’m old and wrinkled with hair so white
Daughters, don’t ship me off to live far from light
Roz Levine
© 2011
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Roz, I love your Light!!! 🙂
Beautiful, Roz. And yesterday, your reading was fabulous. It was the second time I’d heard that piece from you, and I heard nuances that I’d missed the first time around. Great piece. XOXO – K
Sixteen lines, right to the heart.
Love the poem Roz,
Marcus
Thank you friends. I’ll leave this dark place before too longo and you’ll see the funny, sexy Roz once again. I promise you that!
Love you,
Roz
Ship me to the light! Thanks Roz!
Words and foto marry without a shadow of doubt sooo well here!