
The time will come
to put me away
with or without my senses in tact
It will hurt you
More than it will hurt me
It's just inevitable, my dearest
But whenever that time comes
Promise to keep my chin hairless
my nails clean, my hair neat and short
And allow me a room with a window
The greens outside will calm me
Whether I realize it or not
A nuthatch, a Jay, a Mourning Dove
A tree, a bush, some honey suckle
A spider, a wasp, a fly
Just the wind moving the leaves
or the rain coming down
Please allow me
A room with a window
When the time comes
To put me away
SGMKJ!

1 comment:
Thank you- Iggie
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