When I’m Old

WhenImOldWhen I’m old
I want to be vibrant
To sparkle with life
Not wither and fade
Like weather vanes
In a dry season
I want to still dream
These young man’s dreams
To fall and rise again
As persistent as time
With its staid patterns
Yet random in places
Where you can find me
Never standing still
Smiling in retrospect
Like you knew I would
Because bodies fall apart
But experience lives on
Even when I’m old
When the world has moved on
I will live in your dreams
And you’ll remember me
My whispers in your ear
Those stories you relay
Will keep me relevant
Like a delicate flower
Soaking up the sun.

Sam

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