Cane Goofs
When my hair is bristly wire and my back folded into knots
My hands arched and swollen
And my skin pigment is lost
Will you be mine?
(As long as you promise not to laugh at me)
When your knees are knobby pine and your blood filled with clots
Your fuzz escapes your ears
And your toenails glazed in moss
Can I be yours?
(I’ll try not to laugh at you…)
I keep thinking how
Time is a funny thing,
You said,
And sometimes you have to move on
To see what life will bring...
But I can’t help but argue
With the thought that makes me wonder
When both our paths grow shorter
Why can't we share our last moments together?
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