To Grow Old Alone Poem by Randy McClave

I don't care if I grow old all alone
And I don't care if I am unknown,
I just want to grow old and be happy
And not sad, depressed and feeling crappy.
I need no more luggage in my house
I need no more worries or problems or a spouse,
And I need no one telling me what to say or do
Then ending their statement with, "I love you".
I enjoy the life that I am now living
And only when I want to am I ever giving,
Yes I have most certainly been married before
Never again, do I want to walk through that door.
I hate hearing someone else's problem
And they expect me to help them solve them,
But, when I those times I had my own problems as well
They didn't want to hear my tale.
I enjoy my current lifestyle situation
Because, of course it is my own creation,
Never do I have to ask for anyone's permission
Whether it be for a subtraction or even an addition.
I don't have to ever worry about a fight
Or ponder in my mind did I answer that question right
And never again will I want to be greeted by a grouch
Or ever end up sleeping again on the floor or on the couch.
All my dreams and my wants I am a acquiring
Never am I depressed, sad or tiring,
Yes, I will most likely will die all alone
But, when I do I won't hear any lies, excuses or a single moan.

Randy L. McClave