When I Grow Old Poem by Edwina Reizer

When I grow old and the fire's gone
where then will my love lie?
Under the bushes or beneath my bed
where I still can breathe a sigh.

From all the times that came at night
and lingered 'til the morn,
From all the linens wrinkled up,
some all tattered and torn.

When I grow old and you should leave
as I lay sleepless in the night,
will I ever again know desire
and soar in my mind like a kite?

If this can't be and I can't feel
how my heart beat fast.
Best they hang me out to dry
so I can't remember the past.