When I Am Old
When I am old I will plunk myself in my wheelchair and wheel it as hard and fast
As I can to the end of the pier.
I am not telling which one.
It is none of anyone’s business but mine.
We will plunk down hard and fast when we wheel off the edge, making a giant happy splash.
My wheelchair and I, comrades, friends, soulmates in the end.
We will scatter the startled catfish, the blue gills, and the guppies.
And we will be proud of it.
We will do it around 3:33 a.m. take or give a few seconds.
Because I have always loved threes, it will be my way to honor three.
We will stay down there quietly, bubbling and gulping.
Until the bubbling and gulping stop.
It will be an easy death
A happy death
For my wheelchair and I.
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