when I am an old woman
I will live in a brave little
house by the river and
let the yard go to sumac and
wild daisies.
speak, drowsy bees in
my garden of all you have seen
Beyond the River where my legs
cannot take me, old and painful.
when I am an old woman
I will live in a brave little
house by the river and
let the yard go to sumac and
wild daisies.
speak, drowsy bees in
my garden of all you have seen
Beyond the River where my legs
cannot take me, old and painful.