Last Words

Dominion is a young man’s game,
and I’m afraid I’m much too old.
A cup of tea and book will do,
and if, my dear, it’s all the same
Could you please close the door? The cold
is seeping in. I never knew
that these old bones could be so lame,
that these old limbs refuse to fold;
and so, my dear, I’m trusting you
to build the fire and stoke the flame,
and tend the plants and kill the mold,
and pull the blinds and show the view,
and find the truth and heal the lame,
and use my silver and my gold,
to shake the world, and make it new.