When I am old

I’ll still have love in my heart.

I’ll enjoy pretty girls and

smile at handsome women.

They may not notice me

but that’s OK, when I am old.

 

When I am old

I’ll still enjoy a few drinks.

Not by myself in a bar

but with friends

or fellow fishermen.

They may not believe my stories.

But that’s OK, when I am old

 

When I am old

I’ll sit and think

of times long past.

Reliving happy days

when life was full of promise.

I’ll not hear people talking to me.

But that’s OK when I am old.

 

When I am old

I hope my best friend is alive.

We have traveled

a long road together.

Mostly up hill and

rocky under foot.

There were wrong turns too

but that’s OK.

While we grow old together.

 

 

David Garlick, Victoria, June, 1992