Will You Love Me When I Grow Old?
One of our biggest fear is aging, so I wrote a poem for you and me.
Won’t you cast your burdens on my shoulder?
Make me the bride of your dark naked thoughts,
Hear my mating calls, your wading plover,
Look upon my long legs on shores I sought.
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Feast below the waters before I call,
Though you mock my weakness when you are strong,
Shield me with your kindness don’t disenthrall,
When grey hairs fight time and they write my song.
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I was gifted time when you married me,
My wrinkles appear with my long grey hair,
But stay with me don’t search for her with glee,
When my notebook tell of my tear fill fear.
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Draw close to me, when I can still be found,
Don’t wait until, I am a distant sound.
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About the Creator
Caitlin Charlton
Writer first. Close reader and self‑taught critic shaping eloquence.
A survivor reclaiming her territory.
I write dark fiction and poetry through symbol, shadow, and fracture.
Always sharpening the craft. ✏️🔥👠
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