by Cecile Cinco
When I Go Old
When I go old
What will be told?
What will they say
When hair goes grey?
Will I still laugh
Though problems are tough?
Or will I sulk
When the load’s a bulk?
Will I still care
If my face is not fair?
Or will I dream
Of wrinkle remover cream?
I think, when I go old,
I’ll cherish every laughter I can hold.
This is spontaneous as it can get! Was just thinking of what I will be when I go old, when every skin is sagging, when I have grandkids of my own…I really think I will still be happy. 
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