When I'M Old

As we sat in silence, in a room so dark and cold; a thought began to bother me, and you weren't there for me to hold. My skin began to sag, my vision began to fade; my thin hairline was barely there, and I couldn't recognize my own face. Bags under my eyes, drooping under my chin; wrinkles stretched from ear to ear, and I could hardly spark a grin. My arms were aged and underneath they hang, there were calluses on my feet; my legs were barley steady, and time had damaged my speech. My weight was hard on my knees, I couldn't hear worth a lick; I underestimated my cancer, ignored it and became very sick. Now I'm here in this hospital, lying on this death stricken bed, taking in my final breaths; and I want you to hold my hand. Look into my glossy eyes, as my fragile skin becomes stiff and cold; Remember the way we felt when we were young, now I know for sure that you still love me when I'm old.