On Growing Old

In my previous post on Retirement: Smelling roses, enjoying brandy and learning to spit, I quoted the Jenny Joseph poem When I Grow Old.
My friend Chris has crafted her much more elegant and stylish aspirations into a thoughtful poem for the distant day when she arrives in that time in her life.  I think it’s a beautiful poem that deserves to be widely read!

WHEN I GROW OLD…

WHEN I GROW OLD….

When I grow old, I will not long for youth,

rather I will celebrate what has gone before

and look forward to what each day brings.

I will enjoy the company of myself, as well as that of family and friends..

of new discoveries, of revisiting old interests and developing new ones.

I will revel in choosing yes or no or maybe.. without guilt or reason.

I will enjoy friendships, both near and far….

I will take time to watch butterflies flit among the flowers

and listen to bird song every day…

I will drench myself in summer showers..

and sing in the moonlight…

I will write what I wish and read all I can…

Silken threads will be my palette

as I create simple things of beauty…

I will surround myself with roses and violets and daisies

I will bake at midnight if I wish

and eat fruit and cream for tea…

When I grow old, I will be me…

 (c)Crissouli Jan 24, 2016

Inspired by the post of my friend… Angela…

Retirement: Smelling roses, enjoying brandy and learning to spit!

Thank you Chris!

You can read more of her musings at The Back Fence of Genealogy .