This is a playful lyric poem about being old: when you are old you turn around from present tense to pretense.
“Give Me a Kitten”
Grandma passed away at hundred and five,
Mom departed forever at ninety-five;
I’ll never live to be seventy-five:
Not at the rate that I’m overstaying at thirty-five.
I often ask you “where am I” ,
The world seems wrong, I don’t know why;
Why do you gaze at me with a critic’s eye,
Can’t you just pass my wrinkles by?
On my seventy-fifth birthday you embraced me,
Then looked around and kissed the kitty:
Would someone please gift me with a kitten
To teach me how to purr so the kisses remain?###
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