Growing old

I know people who think
that it’s a blessing
to grow old
and become like a child again,
but I think that it’s a terrible thing.

To be frail
and not to be able
to walk properly,
to whet your pants
and your bed
to be out of control of your bowels
and to act

as if you do not care
what others think, is really scaring.

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