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When I Am Old
I will drink coffee in the morning and a glass of wine in the evening. I will laugh and tell stories of my youth like my forefathers had done. I will write treasured memories down and look back on the journals I have written and admire how my life was shaped by fate and luck. I will wear my hat with pride though outdated by decades, I will live with no regrets. Life is what is. Created for me to create. I will write with strength and wisdom of my own experiences, And what my elders have taught me, keeping traditions heart beating. I will share my life and those I have known, by words of rhythm and rhyme. I will go the barn and smell clean hay, Watch my horses play. I will love the sunrise and admire the sunsets, When I am old. I will smell my horses sweet breath, feel his whiskers on my cheek, I will listen to their soft nickers in the morning, Promises never understood, but known. I will wear hay in my hair as if a halo. A gift given by such noble friends. I will sit and listen to the steady rhythmic grind as they quietly eat. Watch their breath steam lazily into the frosty morning. As I look into their bold eyes, I see they are patiently waiting For me to know, what they know And waiting for the woman I am yet to become. As for now, I am just learning how to walk.
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