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When I Am Old
Contributed by
melis
on
Sunday, 29th September 2002 @ 11:45:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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When I am old
I will forget my address,
And cause the police no end of bother;
I will wear my hat back to front,
And walk out of the ladies loo
With my skirt tucked into my knickers;
I will remember all the dances I knew as a girl,
But not the day of the week,
Or who is on the throne;
They will sew a spare set of door keys
Into the lining of my coat,
So that I tilt to one side,
And look up crookedly
With a loopy, foolish grin,
Over big goggle eyed glasses,
And I will leave my teeth out
To get the full effect.
Nothing will matter that matters right now,
But age will become a cloak for lifelong follies;
Like never having known my right from left,
Or why I could never make the right choice
About love, work and children;
All my failures will have led me here,
But somehow I will rework them
Into a spectacularly interesting and rich tale,
Worth making a movie out of;
I will laugh, cry and break wind as I please,
And simply ooze contentment and repose,
And maybe in my less bizarre moments
I’ll be seen as a wise, sweet old dear;
And maybe find a toy-boy. Who knows?
When I am old, all my dreams will come true
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melis
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2002-09-29 11:45:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: When I Am Old
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jason_Robert_Britt on
Sunday, 29th September 2002 @ 11:59:06 AM AEST (User
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Cute... I liked this alot... hope you do find a boy-toy when your old... hell, hope I do too =) |
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