When I am an old woman I shall wear rags from my youth
With a sense of pride for my aging memories. And I shall spend my pension on flights that circle the world, boxed wine, And funky Goodwill buys that sit juxtaposed in my ever changing home I shall spoil my grandchildren And witness upright their spends of inheritance on experiences with my warm hand And step back at Christmas to reflect on all that I have molded And when my times is up I shall be pleased with the life I have created And those left behind will weep but soon look up And learn to be comfortable with my ariel view of time.
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