Monday, May 13, 2024

When I'm 80 years old

When I’m eighty years old
Let me still be happy remembering 
I've sat on the Champs-Elysées sipping wine
And drunk Guinness in Brú na Bóinne.
 
When I’m eighty years old
Let me still take comfort that 
I’ve a home to come home to that’s mine
And garden tomatoes fat from the vine.
 
When I’m eighty years old
Let me still share the love 
I’ve nurtured and cherished in kind
With friends like you and this family of mine.


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