When I Am Old

Let me still see the beauty of the hills

Waving immortal banners in the spring;

Hear lark-flutes pierce the dawn. But let me ring

The bells of joy that youthful hearts may sing

Unhaunted by the twilight hours. Let frills

Of laughter trim my soul, and daffodils

Of sunshine bloom within my heart that spills

Joyance and hope at each day's offering.

May little children love to walk with me

No matter how infirm my step, and find

A kindred spirit, singing joyously,

Questing in burgeoning meadows of the mind.

And when at last I hear the Twilight Gong,

May hearts remember lyrics from my song.

Midwest Chaparral