Old Age

My aunt turned ninety-two About a month ago She hadn’t plan to be around She’d been ready for years to go “I never thought I’d live this long” I often heard her say She didn’t plan to see the things That she’s seen up to this day I think about my own life And wonder how I will be If I too lived till nine-two A much older kind of me Will my body be broken down Will arthritis take over completely? Will my glasses be enough For me to continue to see? And what about my mind Will it still be in tact Will I embarrass my family I wonder just how I’ll act I guess I will have to wait I might never know the stage That I will be when I become A person of old age!