Getting Old

I wonder a lot about getting old "Have respect for your elders" I was always told Will they hurt and tease me or maybe call me names I hope they don't hit me or try to play mind games Will they let me lay in a puddle or a mess Will they always neglect me and never confess Will they show their anger by making me wait Or tell me they 'forgot' me, despite all their hate I hope I am treated with tender loving care If only they'd listen to what I have to share The memories will be, my last resort If I have my mind, I'll be able to sort Sort out my life, all the good and bad All the good things to come And all the pleasant times I've had