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Will You?

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?

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What Fifty Said…

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