WHEN I GROW OLD

                                                       WHEN I GROW OLD

The paths i see today reminds me of the cherishing tomorrow.

Looking straight in the mirror, i see sparks of grey.

In the beginning, it was a fairy-tale,

went through storms and here i am looking so Pale.

At my conception, i dreamt of a weaker days.

from thy beginning, i know of the end.

Ageing is a pre-requisite, but i thought not of it's beauty.

When i grow old, i stop to glance afar on intelligent minds,

i watch forth for kind hearts.

when i grow old, nature looks out on me for a lend not a gain.

when i grow old, the lilies will not longer look alike and never smell alike.

When i grow old, my heart reaches out to the young lads, 

for time will sum when they all will ride on my old bike.

when i grow old, grey hairs on me doesn't tell how wise i am, but  how close i'm to my grave.

When i grow old, i begin to count back on my youthful days,

when i was vibrant and ready to achieve no how of what hays.

When i grow old, i begin to remember my infant days, when mama carries me up above her breast and tells me it will be alright,

Now i look back in memory with smiles up my wrinkled and feeble cheek, i do nothing but reach-out to shake the Moon.

When i grow old, i return every suggestions with a YES, without doubts,

for my heart may seem bloomful, but my head must have gone dark and blur with less Gut.

When i grow old, i will think of my ever first love,

i will smile and only wish i can go back to dance in the rain.

When i grow old, i will remember the very spot by the sea side,

where we both sat to count on the stars.

When i grow old, i think of my life-time mistakes,

i shake my head in despair, hoping our youths follow no such lane.

my plight is not for their gaze- but it's all of Vain

When i grow old, most nights will be my day, 

thinking of the beauty of life, sitting under the stars,

remembering when the days i walk my sister to school and she look up at me to whisper something AWE to my ears.

And now under the stars, she's a mother to another soul who walks her brother to school on the plane of Jars.

When i grow old, i will always sit to tell moon-light stories to the fresh innocent hearts 

and watching 'em bid goodnight to Papa, dancing to bed with joy and less worries.

When i grow old, i will always wish i can play soccer and tell my kids how i put 99 goals on a soccer game.

When i grow old, i hope nature talks to me via the early evening breeze to tell me how handsome i am (blush).

When i grow old,i will realize that nothing has ever been new,

they'all were things of old brought forth to latter.

When i grow old, i will sing the ancient old songs of Hope.

When i grow old, i will lay and cry deeply inside when it rains, 

for i know i can't go back to Time.

When i grow old, i think of nothing but pray for a happy loving death.

But now am yet to be old, i will live life like am never gonna be OLD.

Written by Arinze Silver.