When I grow old

When I grow old, I won’t be buying beef stroganoff for storing in my fridge.

I won’t be worried if I don’t get the joke’s punch line.

I won’t be seen wearing uncomfortable clothing.

I won’t be caught dead doing mandatory things – except growing old.

When I grow old, I won’t be needing my alarm clock.

I won’t be dealing with annoying delivery men.

I won’t be hoping for the best.

I won’t be worried if I fail.

When I grow old, I won’t expect too much of anything.

I won’t lay plans out for others.

I won’t be sorry they didn’t lay any for me.

When I grow old,

I will be at ease with myself, and

I won’t be denied the privilege.

* Texto por Fernanda Marques Granato.
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