When I grow old

and have all white hair

I’ll eat out alone

have set before me big plates of food

a creamy soup in a bowl made of thick bread

a genormous salad, an entire meal

rich cake with thick frosting

a glass of burgundy

I’ll make the waiter go to and fro

when I grow old.

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