most of us will live
past 75
watch our bodies shrivel
from grape to raisin
and our minds leak memories
and grind as they rust
see our lives shrink in the world
from country to house
apartment then single room
I just hope by the time
we’ve reached our last bed
we get a visit from something
we can’t see
if not love
then their cousin with a young child
playing in the lap of our heart