Dotage

[Camy]

Dotage by Camy

 

Does love come with built in obsolescence?

Does it trigger x years down the line?

I know I love you as I stare into your eyes.

But who knows what will happen: if in years to come,

I'm suddenly struck, deaf, dumb, and blind.

 

Will you care for me? as I enter my dotage.

Will you wipe up dribble, and plenty worse to come?

Or will you say “adieu! it was fun while it lasted:

I'll send you a card when I'm back in town,

now I'm afraid I've got to run.”

 

Perhaps we'll sit in rocking chairs, on the back veranda,

taking in the rays as the sun begins to set:

Spinning yarns of the friends we've lost,

and the children we've never had.

Ogling the nurses - erectile dysfunction sad.

 

Or perhaps we'll go out in one last blaze of glory!

“Thelma and Louise? Pah! those centenarians knocked them flat!”

We'll stage a coup and run the world, the way it should be run:

End all war, strife and famine; fix the climate,

and be back at the home … just in time for lunch.

 

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Please feel free to comment! Go on, you know you want to...

[Bondwriter]

OK, I like this poem. I read it like one month ago when you posted it. I hope I don't hurt your feelings, but here are the ways to make it work better for me. The two questions at the very beginning seem to be more or less what the poem is about, so it's kind of overly explicit.

 

Dotage by Camy, arrogantly edited

 

I know I love you as I stare into your eyes.

But who knows what will happen: if in years to come,

I'm suddenly struck, deaf, dumb, and blind.

 

Will you care for me? as I enter my dotage.

Will you wipe up dribble, and plenty worse to come?

Will you say

[AFriendlyFace]

I loved it!

 

I was expecting it to be serious and dramatic and was instead such a delightful, fun read! Awesome job, Camy!

 

-Kevin