When I Get Old
I want everyone to know,
To see my fat belly
To help me stand
And I want my grand children
Playing with my arthritis
I want to have skin, that Drips off me,
And teeth that are the ruins,
Of some ancient city,
And hair that snows all year round.
Let my hips shatter beneath me
Let them see!
See these years,
Read the sanskrit on my face
Let them know what it is to live.
by
Ursula De La Mer
