Before I Grow Old

by Diana Rankin

white horse

 

 

 

 

 

Before I grow old

I shall dance in Bombay and

Chase the sun in Athens,

Greece.

Before I grow old

I shall savor dewdrops and

Live life as a prayer.

Before I grow old

I shall catch up with myself and

Give away everything I don’t need.

Before I grow old

I shall run through the woods naked and

Ride a white horse along Ireland’s green coast.

Before I grow old

I shall see eternity in a grain of sand and

Make friends with my immortality.

Before I grow old

I shall die again and again and

When I grow old I shall say,

“Yes, this is a job well done.”

 © 1998 Diana Rankin

                                                                                                

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