Taking Care Of Poem by Randy McClave

Whose going to care for me when I am old
Not her! I have been told,
I take care of her now, which she does allow
But, soon will everything that I own be sold.
Will she ever truly take care of me
Will she also help me walk and see,
And at my side, will she be there with pride
Or will she just set herself free.
In the many upcoming years
Which will be encased by hardships and tears,
I will be there all that I can, as I am her man
And I promise to wipe away her worries and fears.
But, then of course I will be much older
And probably then not that much bolder,
But, her I will love, and lovingly took care of
And she'll always have my ear and my shoulder.
Will she remember the promises that we both made
And a oath to each other we also prayed,
Or will she just forget it, if I become an invalid
And from me then, will she have forgotten and then strayed.
To take care of me she never will
She's not a doctor, and that's not on her bill,
She will refuse and shout, then she'll walk out
She will not take care of me when I'm old and over the hill.

Randy L. McClave