{"id":13519,"date":"2015-06-14T06:36:08","date_gmt":"2015-06-14T10:36:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=13519"},"modified":"2015-06-14T06:36:08","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T10:36:08","slug":"hour22","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/hour22\/","title":{"rendered":"Let&#8217;s wear out these bodies"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Let us grown old together and<br \/>\ntravel the world<br \/>\nTromp across the desert<br \/>\nour skin grown thick as leather<\/p>\n<p>I want to grow old with you<br \/>\nlets skip the kids<br \/>\nThe forest we can nurture<br \/>\nas we grow old together<\/p>\n<p>I want to grow old together<br \/>\nyou by my side<br \/>\nRiding treetops in stormy weather<br \/>\nour hands clinging tight to the other<\/p>\n<p>Growing old with me beside you<br \/>\nold elephants we are<br \/>\nWandering off to die together<br \/>\nleave the herd behind<\/p>\n<p>Through the wilderness we&#8217;ll wander till one or both goes senile and your&#8217;re still in a wheelchair and I&#8217;m too weak to push you, then I wander off a cliff like a mountain goat and you can&#8217;t unfold your emergency blanket quickly enough (There&#8217;s a snowstorm and you have bad arthritis in your fingers) so you slowly freeze to death and the last thing I&#8217;ll remember is you and the last thing you&#8217;ll think of is me.<\/p>\n<p>Lets not die in some old folks home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Let us grown old together and travel the world Tromp across the desert our skin grown thick as leather I want to grow old with you lets skip the kids The forest we can nurture as we grow old together I want to grow old&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":330,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[1064],"class_list":["post-13519","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-non-traditional-love-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13519","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/330"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13519"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13519\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13747,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13519\/revisions\/13747"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13519"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13519"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13519"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}