Will you be mine, when…?: A poem

Will you be mine? 

When the stars lose their shine 

When the skies turn over 

Like the underside of a cover 

Will you greet me? 

When dignity is a dead tree 

When the desert of age 

Sweeps over me with a rage 

Will you console me? 

When my four walls are misery 

When with pain I lie awake 

Will you my dead leaves rake? 

Or will you drop me like a hot brick? 

When even wisdom plays a trick 

When I cannot anymore play the game 

And leave me weeping in shame