Old

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

When I get old

I’ll put life on hold

I’ll try not to scold

Or be too bold

If I have gold

When I am old

I’ll not be told

How to spend my gold

When I am old

My bread will mold

I’ll probably catch cold

And sometimes lose control

When it’s time to fold

My home will be sold

I’ll do as I’m told

May God bless my soul