Old Age Poem by Steven David

In his dotage, Andy Warhol -
often wore white training shoes -
there's footage of him in New York,
scavenging for cookie jars.

That made me think - how should I look
when gearing up for my decline?
For baby boomers never die,
they just adopt a further style.

Like skippering a racing yacht -
old bones moving in new clothes,
or tied in an old people's home,
to a chair, with garden hose.

Eventually we snuff our TV's,
and catch ourselves as we exhale,
our carpet slipper treads the stair,
our fingers feel its glassy rail.