Fifty Years From Now

While everyone around me
struggle to stay young;
fighting wrinkles,
working out,
I look forward to growing old.

I look forward to wearing slippers.
I look forward to sit down
and read a tale to a grandchild,
and forget
where my glasses are.

I look forward to grow old
to be an old wise crone.
To have wrinkles round my eyes
and calm deep inside
like a tree.

I look forward to growing old
together with my love,
to sit there, grey and dusty,
and share memories
of our wild youth.

While our children and grandchildren
run around
full of life
we'll grow old together
and watch things
a bit on the side.