When I am old

When I am old, I will watch the sea, Far from the waves, I will stand on fine sand, With a hat on my head to shield me from the sun And a glass of wine in my trembling hand. When I am old, I will go on hikes, Along with a dog and maybe a couple of grandchildren, With a cane in one hand and the leash in the other, With a song in my heart, I will conquer my death. When I am old, I might write a book, From which a distant time may emerge, Where the memory of the beautiful child Takes the shape of the young man I once was. When I am old, I will cry softly while I create with my mind something impossible. I will build a beautiful castle to wander every day and night, Because in the end, I want to die alone in it, with tears in my eyes.