When I Grow Old - A Poem

When I grow old,

Will I be alone?

Will I be married?

Maybe ordinary?

Will I own a home?

Or will I roam?

Hopefully I'll be happy,

Possibly snappy.

I'll have a pet.

I hope I'm not in debt.

Will I be healthy?

I hope to be wealthy.

I won't know until then,

When I'm sitting in my den.

Looking at my old blog,

Reading all the monologues.

When I grow old,

My story will be told.

I wonder...

I often wonder if anyone ever comes across my blog and reads, or my YouTube and watches videos, maybe someone reads my tweets? I wonder if anyone cares about what I have to say. I wonder if anyone listens when I go on a tangent about politics, or when I ramble about my dreams and aspirations. Does anyone care to listen about the fascinating documentary I watched last night? What about the beautiful dog I seen today? When I ask if someone listens, I don't mean if they hear me; I mean if they care. Does anyone truly care about the thoughts that run through my brain? But I also wonder if I am alone. In some aspects I am, you are always alone to some extent. I'm coming to terms with that, I believe everyone should. You are the only person who truly cares about every little thought you have. I wonder if I will always care..