How old are you when you reach old age.
Are you sixty, seventy or eighty?
Are you sad when you reach old age?
No not I, I’m going to live life to the full.
Getting up at six and going to bed at eleven.
I fill my life with work and happiness.
When the end comes to Stafford House I will go.
My room full of books with my cat on the bed.
Do not pity me I am happy in my cocoon.
Please don’t burn my beautiful grey hair.
How sad will you be in old age?
Do you fear dying?
Will you imagine ghosts of people in the past?
Greeting, Fred instead of Michael.
Will you recognise your children?
Or think they are your grand children.
Your mother will be with you in the end.
God rest and don’t worry.
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