When memories begin to fade,
when I break promise I’ve made,
and life no longer seems so gay
I shall be old, but not today.

For I have children I must hold
and many stories to be told
and much to see along the way;
I shall be old, but not today.

When I no longer care to write
of all life’s wonder and delight,
or take the time to kneel and pray,
I shall be old, but not today.

For there is much that I must do,
poems to write; at least a few,
and so much more I have to say;
I shall be old, but not today.

When love can’t make my spirit glow
and I care not if roses grow,
it’s then and only then I’ll say,
I shall be old, but not today.

For in my gardens, love has grown
in all the seeds that I have sown,
and never may it wilt away;
I shall be old, but not today.

When I care not how others feel
and life no longer offers thrill, when
hopes and dreams all fade away
I shall be old, but not today.

For I must not accept defeat
for life is short and oh, so sweet
and there’s no time to waste away;
I shall be old, but not today…