My wish

When I get old and feeble which might not be far off there is one thing I'm hoping for.

If my mind leaves me please let me be one of the quiet crazy ones.

Just set me in the corner in a rocker and leave me.

Let me reminisce about old times and good memories.

I hope never to be one of the old ones who are never pleased or appreciatory of anything or anybody.

Let me be sweet kind and a joy to be around.

That is my wish.