When I Grow Really Old
When I grow really old
I may have to do yoga
Full time, to get out
The aches and creaks.
When I grow really old
I may have to write
Poetry, all day,
To keep my spirit
Afloat.
When I grow really old
I may have to be an avid
Bird watcher, from
Morning to dusk.
When I grow really old
I will play my guitar
And give you a song
For the rest of your life
To sing and think of me.
A poem for fun! 9/20/20
Préféré par...
