How I Intend To Spend My Old Age Poem by Simon Lawson

In my old age I'll wear velvet and nap in the afternoon,
And sunken in a hammock, I won't bother worrying too soon.
In my old age I'll wear velvet, and walk along that bay,
Content in knowing I can waste away the day.
In my old age I'll wear velvet, and on nights fine like these,
I'll party in restaurants and clubs that put lights on their palm trees.
In my old age I'll wear velvet, and let this hair grow wild!
I wade my rowboat out into the blue; slacks rolled up like a child.
In my old age I'll wear velvet, and read soft, well-read books,
Photographs of friends from far and wide hang nestled on nailed hooks.
In my old age I'll wear velvet, and as an eccentric, elderly dame,
I'll outdrink the youngsters; my tango puts theirs to shame.

You won't find my in home, measuring boredom on a clock,
I'll be out, bags packed, so don't even bother to knock!