Taking Care Of

Whose going to care for me when I am old Not her! I have been told, I take care of her now, which she does allow But, soon will everything that I own be sold. Will she ever truly take care of me Will she also help me walk and see, And at my side, will she be there with pride Or will she just set herself free. In the many upcoming years Which will be encased by hardships and tears, I will be there all that I can, as I am her man And I promise to wipe away her worries and fears. But, then of course I will be much older And probably then not that much bolder, But, her I will love, and lovingly took care of And she'll always have my ear and my shoulder. Will she remember the promises that we both made And a oath to each other we also prayed, Or will she just forget it, if I become an invalid And from me then, will she have forgotten and then strayed. To take care of me she never will She's not a doctor, and that's not on her bill, She will refuse and shout, then she'll walk out She will not take care of me when I'm old and over the hill. Randy L. McClave