When I am old,
With no control,
Take me away, far from home,
To all valleys I forgot to roam,
Near sea and it’s sapphire calm,
Along roads, threading amber farm,
Atop mountains, deep in thoughtful cloud,
Within cities and its forgotten crowd,
When I am old,
With no control,
Take my body, yes,
But free my soul.
When I am old,
With no control.
Very nice. Thank you for writing this. : )
Hi! Thank you for reading 😊
Sure.
Very exquisitely crafted wish that we should all embrace
That’s a great thought 👍
Very many blessings always