When I Am An Old Man
I shall wear my old slippers whenever I choose.
Have popcorn and pickles while on my armchair cruise.
Dance around in my bathrobe, put my false teeth in a jar,
Make friends of my enemies and talk “love”, not war.
Eat ice cream for breakfast and spend some days abed.
Nod off in the sunshine over books I've not read.
I'll drink milk from the carton, eat peaches from their tin,
And throw away my neckties, grow whiskers on my chin.
Make music on an old guitar to chase away the blues,
And scratch where it itches, forget to shine my shoes.
Wink at the girls and give a big grin,
Notice the sunsets and let the dogs come in,
On Holidays I'll wear fine shirts, plaid trousers that are loose,
And let one of the youngsters carve the turkey or the goose.
But now, we must get to work on time.
Save every nickle,penny and dime.
Be proper and prim, stay healthy and fit.
Pay our taxes and not complain about it.
But maybe I'll begin doing some of these things now,
Like forgetting my manners when I'm eating my chow,
So our friends will recognize me on that far away day,
When suddenly I am old and begin acting that way!
~ by Donna Schwarz & Elizabeth Lucas ~