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 havepoetic love
with someone
to share the beauty
of Grecian Urn?
Will I Know
the love ofsilver 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 loveto everyday wake.