When I grow old

When I grow old, with hair of silver hue,

And lines upon my face etched by life's art,

I'll look back on the years and reminisce,

With wisdom gained and memories in my heart.

When I grow old, my eyes may dim and fade,

Yet within them, the light of experience will shine.

For I've witnessed life's kaleidoscope of joys,

And weathered storms that tested this heart of mine.

When I grow old, my steps may slow and falter,

But my spirit shall remain forever strong.

With each passing day, a treasure I will find,

In knowing that my journey has been long.

When I grow old, my dreams may take flight,

And dance upon the canvas of my mind.

I'll still seek adventure in the simplest things,

With a childlike wonder, forever unconfined.

When I grow old, I'll cherish every breath,

For each one is a gift, a precious prize.

I'll savor the laughter, the love, and the tears,

And hold dear the moments that make my heart rise.

When I grow old, I'll bask in nature's embrace,

In the beauty of sunsets and the whispers of trees.

I'll find solace in the rhythm of the ocean waves,

And feel the gentle caress of the summer breeze.

When I grow old, I'll share stories of my past,

With eager ears and hearts ready to learn.

For the wisdom I've gathered through the years,

Is a gift to be shared, a legacy to discern.

When I grow old, I'll be grateful for every day,

For the chance to live, to love, and to be.

I'll embrace the wrinkles, the grace of age,

Knowing that I've become the best version of me.

So, when I grow old, I'll hold my head up high,

And face the world with a radiant smile.

For life is a journey, ever unfolding,

And I'll embrace each moment, going the extra mile.

In the twilight of life, with a heart full of stories,

I'll find peace in the legacy I've left behind.

When I grow old, I'll know I've truly lived,

And in the echoes of time, my spirit will find.