Poem -
TOO YOUNG TOO BE OLD
I imagine when I am seventy years old...
If I make it...
Everyone wants me to slow down...
I have watched many people sit and sit and sit...
Watching T.V.
Stuffing faces...
Sleep...
Sit sit and sit...
I wonder if what they be doing when they take their last breath...
Do we go back to being babies?
Only difference being...
When babies are babies...
They eat, sleep, and poop...
That's all they do...
And puke alot...
Everyone does everything for them...
Please Dear God...
Don't turn me back into a baby...
Thank You...
Hugs
sparrowsong
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They also cry and whine alot...
I want I need...
That's when they start talking. ..
Hey Feathers!!........you are so cool........I love the way you used repetition to move this piece forward..........and.........."do we go back to being babies?".........very compelling..........never heard that before.............well done sweet poetess!!............Love and Rockets!!.............T xo
Hello Tony...
I have worked in Nursing Homes and...
I am a caregiver at the moment...
Yes...
Some people go back to being babies...
Some never...
GROW up to go back...
Hugs...
sparrowsong