by Sheila Rowell

Created on: March 27, 2010

Don’t Take My Keys

Don’t take my keys,

I am not done living life yet

A life that I have led for nine decades.

I may appear to be older and fragile to you

And physically, this may be true

But trust me my dear, I have a mind that

Is as sharp today as if it were forty years ago,

And even earlier than that.

I can still roll with the best of them

So, take a look out into the world and see,

For I know what I am talking about, cause

I do know me

I know me better than you know who you are

So, don’t take my keys,

Not to my car, not to anything that I still have

Sense enough to control

For if you take them

It won’t be ‘til I am dead and gone

Not necessarily dead and gone into the heavens

But mentally unable to fend for myself

Because I can still maintain my daily chores in my

Own home and I drive to the grocery store, and any

Place else I choose to go

I am not numb-minded,

I do know where I am

So, if I say that I am able

Please do not ignore me,

For I know that I am more capable

In taking care of me and mine more so than many

Young folk, at any given time

So, go on about your business with yourself

And on our way out, leave my keys on the shelf.

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