My Plans for Old Age

I’ll have removable dentures by then,
so when Stephen will have taken my
walker away from me, stranding
me at the dining room table,
I will remove them and play
games with the mouse I could
never catch in the cereal cupboard,
using the snack the dietician permits
me to eat as bait.
The cat who never caught the mouse
who chewed through the cereal boxes
in the cupboard will gaze down
upon us from his posthumous
perch and I will keep my head
erect so as to keep the focus
sharp on the mouse with my tri-focals
perched on my ever sharpening
Swiss nose.

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Ernst Kahl "High Noon" postcard sent to me by my daughter, Karen.