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Oct 2013
I don't want to watch you grow old --
bones frail,
busted lip,
pale nose
another crypt to fill
with your body;
yours.

I don't want to watch you grow old --
legs crumbling,
youth running astray,
me waiting
for that day...

I don't want to watch you grow old --
Let me go first!
I beg,
I toss and turn..
And now,
I am at a loss
for words.
Samantha Rose Schaefer
Written by
Samantha Rose Schaefer  25/KY, United States
(25/KY, United States)   
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