When I Am Old…

When I am old…

I will write Haiku

And leave them in libraries –

If any are left.

When I am old…

I shall write Limericks, too!

I think they sound funny, don’t you?

I’ll write one of a duck

Who is down on his luck

Though he’s really a swan, from Peru.

When I am old…

I shall write purple prose, lovingly spread across a parchment’s face obscuring the nothingness of a vellum’s potentiality; whispering words of sweetness and light, until the morning breaks with the sound of a fledgling finch calling longingly for its mother.

When I am old…

I shall dream of my youth

And of days that never seemed to end;

Summers of apples and bruised knees,

Dandelion & Burdock, when a cola was expected, and the loss of a distant generation whose passing brought but a tear to my eye.

When I am old…

I shall forget more

Than I ever knew

Until, finally, I shall know nothing at all…

But, peace.

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9 responses to “When I Am Old…

  1. This touched my heart… as the first droplet from sky adsorbing into the parched land..

    Beautiful…<3

  2. I really really liked this one G man ❤

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