OLD:

 Behind the heavy leaded sill, I sit & rock in my old chair,

I am now old, of knotted vein, gnarled hand & silver hair,

Garbed in knitted drab, wrinkled skin, loose flab, loose sock,

But I ask you please not to tease, & please do not mock,

I lack my teeth, my womanly charm, my flesh of spring,

But in my head I still see, still know, & can still sing,

The images of my past dance within, still lingers,

The memories, playing games with grasping fingers,

Now I see them, then I don´t, they taunt, they dart,

Teasing with their vacant appearances, playing with my heart,

Don´t laugh, I plead, I too have loved beneath many moons,

I too have danced in the nights of countless Junes,

My breasts have been there for men & babes to maul,

I have nurtured, & cared for many & have loved them all,

I have planted a million trees, I have written books,

So please don’t give me those sorry pitying looks,

I have run with wolves & have swam with fish,

I have done all I wanted, I have lived every wish,

I have talked to eagle, lion, dog, cat & horse,

I have no regrets & I have no sad remorse,

My time has come, it´s time to go,

I hear the whispers on winds that blow,

 I put a smile on my old cracked lips, I close my misty eyes,

And I drift up yonder to my home above the skies.