When I Grow Old

When I grow old
And walk with a cane
When I cease to know
Who you are

Take out to the park
And kiss me a lot
So I believe
You’re my girlfriend

When I grow old
And get around in a chair
When I don’t know
Where I am

Bring me a picture
Of our family
Taken on the farm
Where we lived

When I grow old
And can’t get out of bed
When I can’t remember
Who I am

Bring some coffee
To my room
Don’t forget
The sugar and cream

When I grow old
And my time is short
I don’t want any
Heroic measures

Please sit by my side
And hold my hand
So I won’t be alone
At the end

— GB

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