Dotage
- Does love come with built in obsolescence?
- Does it trigger x years down the line?
- I know I love you as I stare into your eyes.
- But who knows what will happen: if in years to come,
- I'm suddenly struck deaf, dumb, and blind.
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- Will you care for me? as I enter my dotage.
- Will you wipe up dribble, and plenty worse to come?
- Or will you say “adieu! it was fun while it lasted:
- I'll send you a card when I'm back in town,
- now I'm afraid I've got to run.”
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- Perhaps we'll sit in rocking chairs, on the back veranda,
- taking in the rays as the sun begins to set:
- Spinning yarns of the friends we've lost,
- and the children we've never had.
- Oggling the nurses - erectile dysfunction sad.
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- Or perhaps we'll go out in one last blaze of glory!
- “Thelma and Louise? Pah! those centenarians knocked them flat!”
- We'll stage a coup and run the world, the way it should be run:
- End all war, strife and famine; fix the climate,
- and be back at the home … just in time for lunch.