Sunday, 24 January 2016

WHEN I GROW OLD...




WHEN I GROW OLD....




When I grow old, I will not long for youth, 
rather I will celebrate what has gone before 
and look forward to what each day brings.
I will enjoy the company of myself, as well as that of family and friends..
of new discoveries, of revisiting old interests and developing new ones.
I will revel in choosing yes or no or maybe.. without guilt or reason.
I will enjoy friendships, both near and far....
I will take time to watch butterflies flit among the flowers
and listen to bird song every day...
I will drench myself in summer showers..
and sing in the moonlight...
I will write what I wish and read all I can...
Silken threads will be my palette
as I create simple things of beauty...
I will surround myself with roses and violets and daisies
I will bake at midnight if I wish
and eat fruit and cream for tea...
When I grow old, I will be me...

 (c)Crissouli Jan 24, 2016






Inspired by the post of my friend... Angela...

2 comments:

  1. I'm with you on this, Chris. Making tbe most of my senior years.

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  2. Ah, but we're not there yet... this is a reminder for when we do get there, Jill...Thank you for your comment.

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