That Will Be Enough Poem by Phil Soar

That Will Be Enough



I sit and hope it isn't me
If I reach the age of ninety three
Who sits alone in a rocking chair
Ears the only place I have some hair
Grumbling often as I sleep
Not knowing the day, or time, or week
Not seeing a sole or knowing who
Might visit me without asking you
You have my permission to switch me off
Because by then, I will have had enough

Saturday, June 30, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: sadness,old age
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