When I am an old woman
I will ride a Flying Carpet
instead of a broom
I will be aware of the
beauty of my autumnal years
I will shuffle through leaves
like a child
like a child
I will seize the MOMENT
I will be almost invisible
I will think I see
someone else's face
someone else's face
in the mirror
I will make my house
“look like all my dreams”*
“look like all my dreams”*
I will go adventuring
I will let others fly on broomsticks