Leaving Soon Poem by Dorsey Baker

Old folks themselves
Prisoned in their old folks
Wrinkled up skin
Wearing their old folks white hair
Peeping out of
Their weak old folks eyes
Are busy keeping themselves busy
Fighting the aging process!

Sometimes they get up
Before the sun
Begins to shine
Sometimes already in bed
Before it gets dark

Their biggest job!
Is learning
To live with themselves!
And living with the thought!
That they themselves
Might be leaving soon!