Will you love me even if I can no longer take care of you?
When I am frail and get tired easily?
When I may not be able to fix you coffee or cook your favorite meal?
Will you still be there when I can no longer speak words of love?
When I may need you to take care of me?
When I am close to being broken?
How long will you be there?
Will it be a lifetime?
You’re tired bones crackle
Not as young as before
The years have not always been good and easy
But you look back,
Because the years had been fruitful
But the greatest there ever was
When I was young my teachers were the old.
I gave up fire for form till I was cold.
I suffered like a metal being cast.
I went to school to age to learn the past.
Now when I am old my teachers are the young.
What can’t be molded must be cracked and sprung.
I strain at lessons fit to start a suture.
I got to school to youth to learn the future.
– Robert Frost