before it gets dark

I want to find
someone to grow old
with, you tell your
son, who laughs at
you as he puts a bar
bell over his head.
it's too late dad,
you're already old.
but it would be nice,
he says, setting
the bar bell down
and sipping on a
vanilla power shake.
cause I'm not
changing your diapers,
or feeding you
baby food with a
spoon, I love you dad,
but I didn't sign
up for that.
why don't you go down
to the lake with
a loaf of bread
to feed the ducks,
I saw a lot of old
ladies down there,
some cute ones too
with teeth, speaking
English, some
without canes or
walkers. which lake
you ask him, can
you drive me there
before it gets dark?