When I am old
Wrinkled and grey
Think of me
Youth far away
When I am old
And faded and worn
Battered old newspaper
Tattered and torn
When I am old
All memory gone
Stories been told
Of life spent and done
When I am old
Life fading fast
Look back at youth
And beauty surpassed
When I am old
Think of me then
How I was once
I shall be again
"When I Am Old" © March 2004 by Ann Brown - posted Monday, March 15, 2004.
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