Old Age Poem by Aine Carroll

Regardless of age it scares me,
it terrifies and wears me.
I fear that I will be made to sit and dribble,
unable to give out.
That I'll behave myself and enslave myself to your idea of right.
When all that I will want to do is spit and tear and fight.
I will not behave to make it easier for you to work the day.
I'll run round naked and inebriated and robbing all the pills.
I'll sit there shouting wtih my giving outing and talking to the walls.
Oh I will not go quietly into this nightly with nurse, valium and all.