One Day When I Am Old
One day when I am old;
I will throw my cares away.
Ignore a world so cold;
One bright and wonderful day.
I will wash my spirit clean;
And fill my cup with love.
Forget all I have heard and seen;
When I am old and gruff.
I will let the world tend;
to the problems it has caused.
I will sit and mend;
And follow only Spirit's laws.
Until that day, I will strive;
To work with feverish intent.
For perhaps that day should not arrive;
Until my energies are spent.
In that case, I will do my best;
Until I feel too old to care.
Then I can be like all the rest;
Too busy for time to spare.
May that day never come;
When old age takes my will.
And makes me only numb;
No longer, for others feel.
For there is death in apathy;
There is surrender in complacent.
I want to fill my heart with humanity;
Or my life's story would be of lament.
May a youthful hope fill my quest;
So that I remain kind yet bold.
Forever in life have a driven zest;
For one day when I am old.
By: Darlene Doll Smith
Copyright © Darlene Smith | Year Posted 2015
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