When I grow old

When I grow old

A question so bold

I start to think

Finding some link

On what I'll be

When i turn seventy

No, I am not in crisis

When I grow old

Wonder if I'd resist

Would I get mold

Just like the cheese

Hoping for no grease

Usual brain train

Me being in her 30's

When I grow old

I want to be me

Who else would I be

Fabulous and free

Aging is so tricky

Would I look swanky

This beauty to behold

When I grow old

I hope to be sweet

Just singing in my suite

The look on my face

I'm aging with grace

Why such in a rush

When my body's still lush

When I grow old

I don't wanna be cold

I thought of gramma

80's, strong as a llama

I hope to be her

Coz soon it will occur

My playful side; so gold

When I grow old.