When I’m 64

Sir Poetry on Jun 18, 2009

Tags: answers, connection, divorce, earth, Growing old together, love, mold, needs, old, sick, sons, The End, want

What my girl wants to know.

Would you chase me?

If I were to go?

Or just say she will be back I know.

Would you follow me to the end of the earth.

Then all over again,

to show what you know I am worth?

Would you live a million lives again,

if I were to stay your lover and friend?

Do you need me?

Do you know how to read me?

Will you persist to always treat me like a queen,

or will you say I have done enough to she owes it to me.

I know you want me now,

but would you still love me for who I am if I was fat as a cow?

Would you love me when I am old,

when I am sick,

will you look down at me like mold?

If I ever feel like out connection is gone,

we separate,

will you still love our son?

I did not think you would ask me these too.

You know the answers so you would not need to.

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papaleng on Jun 19, 2009
nice one and I can see my wife here. A good song for this would be “When I’m 64″.
clay hurtubise on Jun 19, 2009
Nice job.
Papaleng, good memory for the “When I’m 64″!
Thanks,
clay
Darla Cooke on Jun 19, 2009
Nice poem.
Francy on Jun 22, 2009
Love your poem…keep it up
LOVELYHONEY on Jun 26, 2009
Michael Jackson

The sounds of music are silenced,
For a brief while,
As immortality soars sky high.
The world’s greatest musician,
Next to Elvis Presley,
Simply quietly passes away,
How can I simply,
My sorrow display.

A life fraught with insinuations,
A choice not of ones own,
Michael Jackson lapses,
Like others’ to a world unknown.

Albeit it be so,
But his name shall shine forever,
Like Elvis does,
Both to the musician’s world shall remain,
Alive for ever.

Sound stood still for a wee moment,
Two souls met,
Somewhere in the universe.

Come all musicians,
In their ever lasting memories,
Songs they sang,
We now rehearse.

Long live the two,
When the world has been deprived,
Of two souls,
Known world wide.

What songs can deliver?
Peace and symphony,
No amount of money,
Can counter the singer’s,
Love and memory.

Long live music,
Upon their souls,
Let music soar higher,
To achieve higher goals.

Note for the first time,
Tears roll down poets’ eyes,
There are no lies,
Sound tracks lie dead,
Here now,
Where Michael once lively,
Now lifeless lies.
Tina Cassello on Jun 27, 2009
Don’t we all want to know that someone will love us no matter how we change over the yeaars or months, days or even hours. We all seek unconditional love.

When I’m 64

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