FEARS OF OLD AGE
Toothless mouth, dying grey hair
Will never be my deepest fear.
Hunched shoulders, a third foot
Are not the shadows I dread.
Will my conscience serve me right
For the life I've lived?
The opportunities I let slip
Will they haunt me in old age?
I fear not living alone
But will I be remembered when I'm gone?
Will my name grace the list
When a male child is born?
My fear is never death
For I've long lived with failing health.
My fear is guilt consuming me—
How will I ease that burden?
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