The canes and walkers can stay on the rack,
The diapers too.
Caregivers who mean well,
I’ve got no time for you,
Nothing personal,
But I want to go for it under my terms
For as long as I can.
I’d prefer to wipe myself,
Cook for myself, and
Walk with a loose style
That defies every
Meter per second squared of gravity
The heavens can throw my way,
Long living with independence.
I second that 1