When I am old
I won't sit in a rocker
next to a window
watching the world pass by;
remembering the way things used to be,
wondering where years have gone
while eating a dinner of toast and tea.
Oh no, I will not do THAT... for
I intend to be a subversive senior!!
Copyright © Carol Fillmore | Year Posted 2010
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