'Till Death When We Part

Time is marching on
Do people notice?
Nor getting younger
Just growing older
Parents who gave themselves
For their offspring
Raising us
Unselfishly providing
The inevitable will come one day
As they approach their golden years
And mine

What will become of me
When they pass on?

Will I belong to the State?
Or fade, lost!

And I know
They cannot live forever
On my mind more
When in my late thirties
They gave me guidance
And so much in life
Nor did they ever
Cut my person down
But the day will come
When that guidance ceases
Thirty-six years old
Middle aged myself
I've replayed this day in my tired mind.

They won't be here one day
Want to spend time
While I still have it
Before it's too late
Cannot live forever
What will become?
What with my disability, then what?

They are my emotional counselors.

Having few friends of my own
To confide in
I'm not worried about money
But friends
They are my friends!

I don't want it to end.

I'm alright financially
Just guidance
And support
I will be missing so true
I will probably be
A hulking mess
So hard for me
Will be the test
When they pass on
After giving me so much
They gave me a life, after all
So unselfishly.

Hate to even think about that dark day ....