So this doesn’t follow the theme, anyway hope you like

When I grow old

I shall often turn to the warmth and familiarity of my youth

And I will roll the memories over like candy on my tongue

It will taste of the contentment and satisfaction of a glowing fire

And the bright colored bobbles hung from a tree

That lights up hearts as well as faces.

And I will sit with my weathered hands

And my sun spotted face

A gift,

Evidence I have lived.

I will be perched in my favorite chair,

Like a cat in the window

Bathing in the warmth of innocence.

I won’t wish to look back and resent all the issues from my past

But instead I will continue to live in my memories

And I will spin a web of new ones that my own can remember,

When they are old, sitting in their favorite chair.

They too can share the love,

Sweet like honey that drips from a comb.