When I’m Old…

By Ewan

Fri, 04 Apr 2008

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I’ll not wear Jenny’s purple
- save in my head
and attitudes,
nor will I rage like Dylan;
for that is futile,
and in any case,
his words will
glow long after
my light has died.
But I’ll remember
every kiss and
word of love
ever heard or uttered
and memory’s elixir
will keep me young.

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but willylu though? Ihope

Permalink Submitted by anipani on Fri, 2008-04-04 12:55

but willylu though? Ihope so, age is a cruel master. I like the poem though,.

anipani

I hope so but who doesn't

Permalink Submitted by Ewan on Fri, 2008-04-04 14:55

I hope so but who doesn't fear the spectre of Alzheimer's or dementia... My father has the former, but then again he probably has no trouble remembering those things.

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aye...tis some of why it is

Permalink Submitted by littleditty on Fri, 2008-04-04 15:05

aye...tis some of why it is important to make good memories - is Dylan behaving badly? that would be disappointing - nice sentiment here, memories of love and kisses do indeed help in the mix, of feeling young at heart and mind. You're wearing the purple in this poem - jenny's poem is too long -this is short and sweet.