When I Am 80 Years Old

I do not have any inkling for a topic of a poem to write on, When I am 80 years old, it will be a nice poem to say that I am old, With the lost muse, everything will be come on. When I am slow at doing my chores, I tell my kids, I am getting old, They say, You are not getting old, you are already old, When I am 80 years old, it will be a nice poem to say that I am old. I take my grand kids for a walk around the park, feelin not that old, They run, they laugh, they play, they wonder why I walk so slow, They say, You are not getting old, you are already old. At bed time, grandkids want me to read a story from the book, little slow, I start to nap in the middle with a dream, They run, they laugh, they play, they wonder why I walk so slow. With my feet dangling in the grave, I thought I will be spiritual as per my dream, After reading for a while the good book, my mind goes under a spell, I start to nap in the middle with a dream. When I walk outdoors, I watch the calm bay under the volcanic hills, sleeping on, I do not have any inkling for a topic of a poem to write on, When the volcano erupts, all my feelings, together with lava, will submerge in quiet bay right on, With the lost muse, everything will be come on.