When I am old, in just a handful of years
I will embrace the gypsy in me,
waving goodbye to khaki and navy and black
no more solids will I wear upon my back;
no more tailored skirts or slacks
instead, when I wear clothing at all I’ll pair paisleys with polka dots and
florals with stripes.
Flowing skirts will swirl around my slender ankles and peasant blouses will billow in the wind.
When I am old in a dozen years or so,
I will dress only for weddings and funerals,
and on each warm night I will shed my clothing
Dancing sky clad for
All the world to see, and everyone
Will say, “Isn’t she cute?”
Surely when age has tempered my body,
softened my wrinkles, and
subtly weathered my weary old bones
I will have earned the right
To dance naked beneath the stars.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Rather lovely – like me you chose to age disgracefully…and good on you. All my suits have long since gone to charity and my mind has been freed to roam wheresoever it wishes!
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Aren’t we the lucky ones?
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I love it! I think I am there now.
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did we plan on getting old? i know i am just a finely tuned instrument (after my morning jo)
May you have a wonderous gathering at your nursing home, im surely they wont care u wonder out to see them stars alookin a you.
god nless you
General Bebo the Hope
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it shuld a said bless oops
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Last night I was thinking about getting really old. In last ten years I have noticed that the world started having much less interest in me than before. Professionally and by the calling of heart I used to hang around mostly with young people. Now I am considering to change it 🙂
After reading your poem I realised that my closet looks different than some 10 years ago – my clothes are getting more colorful. 🙂
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My clothes are much more colorful now!
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