Margaret E. Sangster (1838-1912)
When I am old and drenched in worlds of sadness,
And wear a lacy cap upon my head;
When, looking past the future's singing gladness,
I linger, wistful, in the years long dead.
When I am Old --
And wear a lacy cap upon my head;
When, looking past the future's singing gladness,
I linger, wistful, in the years long dead.
When I am old, and young folk all about me,
Speak softly of religion, when they speak,
Speak softly of religion, when they speak,
When parties are a grand success without me;
And when my laugh is fluttering and weak -- Will I then be content to raise my glances,
And when my laugh is fluttering and weak --
Serenely to the cloud-entangled sky?
And will I be content to watch at dances,
Without a heartbreak, as the hours pass by?
Or when I see young lovers' fingers twine,
remember, dear, your lips on mine?
I just want to be able to look back on my life when I am old (maybe not 106) and be able to remember all the good times I have had as a young whipper snapper!!! Life live folks! :)
14Will
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