When I am Old...
I shall wear diamonds And a wide brimmed straw hat
With silver and leather on it and I shall spend my social security
On white wine and carrots
And sit in the alley of my barn
And listen to my horses breathe.
I will sneak out in the middle of a summer's night And ride the chestnut mare Across the moonstruck meadow. If my old bones will allow.
When people come to call I will smile and nod As I walk them past the gardens to the barn And show, instead, the beauty ...