Talk to Me When I’m Old
A lifetime of humanity to share
Talk to me like I’m not there,
And I will disappear.
Talk about me, in front of me, a piece of furniture,
And I will withdraw, resentful.
The glazed look in my eyes will be a shield
Talk to me like I’m not there,
And I will disappear.
Talk about me, in front of me, a piece of furniture,
And I will withdraw, resentful.
The glazed look in my eyes will be a shield
Journalist, editor, mother, wife, sister, daughter, friend, adventurer, history-lover. Editor of Crow’s Feet