In The Days When I'm Old

I wander to the days when I'm old,
a white hair man near the sunset.
Living a day with only memories to hold,
questioning time in many times of bed.

Spending afternoon till the sun is red.
Never thinks of treasure but his heart of gold.
Always being happy, never sad instead.
Around the cherish of the people in his world.

His nights will be windy, quiet and flowing,
and the grey cloud still makes the rain.
Beside his wife, sweet, warm and loving.
Keeps dreaming past, being young again.

I wander to the days when I'm old,
a wise man with wisdom in his head.
Living many days with secrets unfold.
Until people he loves gather around his bed.


Teras Kota - BSD.
28.05.11