When I’m old
Praying each dream lasts forever
Make sure my bedclothes are clean

When I’m old
Don’t let me dwell on the weather
Or be uneccesarily mean

Don’t let me mourn the demise of my looks
Don’t let me waste my time reading bad books
Pretend you don’t know where my memories end
And don’t let me know of the deaths of my friends
And when my mind starts to go amiss
Don’t let me sleep in piss

When I’m old
Trading my nightmares for slumber
Exchanging my dreams for sleep

When I’m old
And arthritis eats at my passions
And beauty can just leave me week

Let me go gentle into that good night
Not feigning youthful bravado
Just let me slip away slowly in pain and alone
Let me come to my own conclusion
Snuff out my own light