I don't want to grow old,
age and see my face fold.
I don't want my bones to brittle,
and to remember so little.

I don't want to grow old,
my body used to the cold.
I don't want to go grey,
while the rest of me fades away.

I don't want to grow old,
where the shakes take hold.
I don't want to be looked after,
in a place with no laughter.

But when I grow old,
I'll enter the years of gold.
I will watch my children,
give me grandchildren,
where I can experience youth
once again.