marrying someone
twenty years younger
is that
the older person begins
to crumble.
it's no good from that
point forward.
we're talking
walkers and bed pans,
feeding tubes,
and hospital visits.
it's not pretty having a
pretty young
thing beside you,
while you lie there like a skeleton,
hanging on to your last
breath,
wheezing and coughing.
while she feeds you oatmeal
with a spoon,
before your sponge bath.
pick out the raisons, you whisper
to her, while
touching her long
tanned arm.
this is why i can't marry
you, Amber.
cart girl at the country club
golf course,
but maybe we
can date for a while, okay?
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