Friday, June 30, 2017


Fiorella wrote this sonnet twenty-five years ago, and it holds true today: 


When I am old, so very old I stink
Of unwashed underarms and brain cell death
So old I shake, my spine and stature shrink,
I whistle, quake, and rattle with each breath--
When I am old, so very old I drool,
And age spots big as elephants appear,
When I forget my name and act the fool
And talk too loud because I cannot hear--
Even when I'm angry, trapped in rage,
Become a miser, call each dime misspent,
When I am cruel and stupid in my age,
When I reject you, scotch your good intent--
     Remember once I loved you of my will,
     And in my heart of hearts, I love you still.

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