WHEN I AM 91 by Jill Schoenemann

When I am 91
will I be any fun
Will I think life
has passed me by

Will I fear the grave
Will I have known love,
happiness, joy, abundance

Who will look after me
Will I like that person

Will I have a memory, or
will I question everything
and reorganize the frig,
the books, my pills

Will I be me when I am 91