Monday, March 21, 2011

Will I be lonely

still when
I am old
or will I
have grown
accustomed?
Will the company
of myself be
so familiar then 
that I will
be unafraid?
When my days
are spent
with yellowed pages
bent in gnarled
arthritic hands
and the nights
with old fool's dreams
of a family?
Will I know
what it is like
to have
poetic love
with someone
to share the beauty
of Grecian Urn?
Will I Know
the love of
silver haired muse
inspiring my
verse and my soul?
Will my lover
be old with me
when printed word
I barely can see
or will I
die alone
wasted to bone
with no love
to everyday wake.