I don’t want to be the future I have envisioned
I don’t want to turn gray and squint to see the words
strain to hear the voices.
I don’t want to feel that I have had too much
I don’t want to need more anymore
I don’t want to lose my voice.
I want the clarity the energy the courage to speak the words
they touch when enfeebled flesh cannot.
I don’t want to need your understanding
I make no demands for the unattainable.
I will listen say what I can try not to let my ineptitude show through
try to use my aching crooked back to carry what should be borne.
If I am then better it would be in service to how you saw me.
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