the Old Age Says
I spill some food on my nice clean dress
maybe forget to tie my shoe,
be patient and perhaps reminisce
the many hours I spent with you.
I taught you how to eat with care,
on your shoe and tie your lace,
you think of these when my age you bare,
may not notice my messy face.
I tell the story one more time,
you know the ending through and through,
remember your first nursery rhyme
I rehearsed it a hundred times with you.
legs are tired and it's hard to stand
walk the steady pace I would like to do,
take me carefully by my hand,
guide me now as I did for you.