When I am Old
Author Unknown
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When I am Old I shall wear diamonds And a wide brimmed straw hat With silver and leather on it and I shall spend my social security On white wine and carrots And sit in the alley of my barn And listen to my horses breathe. I will sneak out in the middle of a summer's night And ride the sorrel colt Across the moonstruck meadow. If my old bones will allow. And when people come to call I will smile and nod. As I walk them past the gardens to the barn And show, instead, the beauty growing here In stalls fresh-lined with straw. I will learn to shovel and sweat and Wear hay in my hair as if it were a jewel. And I will be an embarrassment to all Who look down on me. Who have not yet found the peace in being free To love a horse as a friend, A friend who waits at midnight hour With muzzle and nicker and patient eyes For the kind of woman I will be When I am Old. |