I Wonder Where I Will Be
When you are old
and the smooth lines
on your face have been
replaced with
longer harsher ones
I wonder where I will be
When you are old
and the soft bright
look your eyes had
have long since been
exchanged with a
fading dimness
I wonder where I will be
When you are old
and time has stolen from
you the vitality that now
so excites me
I wonder where I will be
When you are old
and gray
rocking in a chair
in front of a window
on a lazy sunday afternoon
I wonder if the mid day sun
will still light upon
your pilgrim soul
and should I be there with you
will I,
with my own fading eyes,
look over and remember
how it use to be
when we where young
or will I still be so taken with you
and you with me
that all we see
is the beauty
and the grace
and the love
that can only be shared
between two kindred souls?
When you are old
I wonder where I will be
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