When I am old
When I am old I will live on a mountain,
In a dwelling made of earth and sky.
My hands will be hard from building walls,
My back will be bent from lugging hauls,
My skin will be brittle from braving squalls,
And my knees will be battered from breaking my falls.
When I am old I will live in the woods,
With kin of fur and feather and scale.
The Owl to watch and guar from guise,
The Fox to comfort and dry my eyes,
The Bat to hear my calls and cries,
And the silent Salmon to tell me
no lies.
When I am old I will live in a tree,
With only the stars as a mirror.
I will be Orion, righter of wrongs,
I will be the Great Bear, be solid and strong,
I will be Pegasus and fly through the throng,
I will be gentle Venus with love warmth and song.
When I am old I will live and be free.
When I am old I will live and be me.
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