Poem — I Want To Be Old
Like right now.
I cannot wait to see How being old would be Whether I will hold up until the end Or would I sooner be free?
I want to know which parts I’d remember and what never deserved my time I’d like to see who stuck longer And who was never to be mine
I want to know if my old man is standing by my bedside watching me as I wake up, thanking heavens I’m alive.
I want to see if in future the leaves still fall to the ground Or will there be metal birds that don’t ever make a sound
I want to be confused and let my car decide If the doctor hears the news Or if I just need a ride.
I want that alien scientists tear my remains apart I want to be excavated to space And be misclassified as a pot.
I want to grow old. I want to get to the end Isn’t that the point? to be perfectly dead?






