To My Children’s Children


So sorry that I smell bad
So sorry that I reek
So sorry that I’m wrinkled
And rickety and weak

I know my teeth are yellow
I know my breath is bad
My place must have an odor
That makes your face so sad.

I hated being with the old
When I was your age too
The creepy meals they made for me
Were more than I could chew

Some day you will be like me
You’ll feel the other side
And then you’ll know the quickness of
This secret rising tide.

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