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WHEN I AM OLD...
I shall not wear diamonds...
But a wide brimmed straw hat...
With ribbons and flowers on it.
And I shall spend my social security...
On white wine and carrots...
And sit in the alley way of my barn...
And listen to my horses breathe.
I will sneak out in the middle of a summer night...
And ride the dappled mare...
Across the moonstruck meadow...
If my old bones will allow.
And when people come to call,
I will smile and nod.
As I walk them past the gardens...
to the barn and show instead...
The flowers growing there...
In stalls fresh-lined with straw.
I will shovel and sweat and...
Wear hay in my hair as if it were a jewel.
And...
I WILL BE AN EMBARRASSMENT TO
ALL WHO LOOK DOWN ON ME.
