I want to grow old;
to watch the seeds I’m sowing
grow deep, flourishing roots,
to celebrate my children grow
and become people of the world –
making it a much better place.

I want to grow old;
to walk into the sunset
with my love of many years –
forms bent, but not our spirit,
hand in bony hands,
our footsteps slow, and sure.

I want to grow old;
to revel in company of friends, 
undisturbed by the cacophony –
of stolen, snatched moments
from our busy schedules
listening to the silence of souls.

I want to grow old;
to live a fulfilled life,
and not look back when its time –
when all I must, is done.
I do not want a half life
and the cycle of return.