In Protest of Growing Old

I do not want to grow old
I do not want to be told
“Granny, sit there in your chair.
Do not go anywhere!”
I do not want recyclable knees.
Or teeth that talk back when I sneeze.
I do not want draperies for skin
Or prickly steel wool on my chin.
Daughter, dear, with parts like
new
I’d rather grow young like you.

K.D.