One day in January 2010, I visited my grandfather (father of my mother) and my grandmother (grandmother of my wife). I can feel how happy they are with my presence, as well as myself. I can see despite their spirit remain alive, but I can not deny that their physical ability has decreased naturally. So, I start to think how if I'm getting old like them. While thinking of it, suddenly my mind remembered a touching story that was discovered by my family. Whatever I have feel and imagine, I pour it into this poetry. Hopefully your love to the elderly and your parents will be more. When I Get Old. When I spill vegetable broth on my clothes, when I no longer remember how to tie a tie, when I no longer remember how to tie shoelaces, remember the times how I taught and guided you to do that. When I am senile and constantly repeat words that bore you, please be patient to listen to me, do not interrupt me, in your childhood, with affection I kept repeating a fairy tale to you, which I have...