When I grow old,
And I pass,
I want to be remembered for helping others,
For not being afraid to be alive,
For dancing in the rain.
When my grandchildren gather around my feet,
I want them to know not to hold themselves back from what they love.
I want them to love life, like I do,
I want them to dance in the rain with me.
Some people say that dancing in the rain is weird,
And maybe to them it is,
But it gives me joy,
Just like laughing with friends and family,
Just like reading a great book,
Just like the cool breeze on a burning day.
I wonder what I will look like in decades,
Once I have experienced more of life,
And the one think I know I don't want to lose is my grin,
And the one thing I will not mind gaining are the smile lines around my eyes.
When I am old,
When my joints creak and my bones ache,
I want to remain myself, now and forever.