Caregiver And Caring Poem by Leaking Pen

Take care of me
And life will take care of you.
For I am suffering from old age
And I am imprisoned in a diseased cage.
You don't have to, its true.
To look after me for I am a burden
And I will weigh down your rising curtain
On the stage of your ambitions.
I gave you life's first attention my Son
While I retreat into its absent mind.
I taught you to how march on
Till every battle you faced is won.
I helped you reach manhood
With a roaring engine under your hood,
While mine slows down with a screech
And with failure in my breaks the closer death appears.
Even my fond memories are beyond my reach,
No one envies an Alzheimer's walk
Or my blurred vision like an early winter rising fog.
My mind is deteriorating like charred logs
Is this my revolving door from life to death?
Soon I will be erased from memory's lane,
Even the grounds will dissolve my remains
Or into the winds my dust will be released,
Free at last from pains and forgetfulness
And these rhyming nightmares for some poets,
In the grand scheme of things, does it really matter?

Feb 2 2012
Copyright Leaking Pen 2012
Rev Nov 9th 201