
When
I Am Old...
I shall wear diamonds....
And a wide brimmed straw hat with ribbons and flowers on it.
And I shall spend my social security check on white wine and carrots.
And sit in the alley of my barn - And listen to my horses breathe.
I will sneak out in the middle of a summer's night and ride my midnight
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 wood shavings.
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,
who have not yet found the peace in being free.
To love a horse as a friend, a friend who waits with muzzle and nicker
And patient eyes - for that's the kind of woman I will be....
When I am old.
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