When I Am Old Poem by Vasile Serban

When I am old, I will watch the sea,
Far from the waves, I will stand on fine sand,
With a hat on my head to shield me from the sun
And a glass of wine in my trembling hand.

When I am old, I will go on hikes,
Along with a dog and maybe a couple of grandchildren,
With a cane in one hand and the leash in the other,
With a song in my heart, I will conquer my death.

When I am old, I might write a book,
From which a distant time may emerge,
Where the memory of the beautiful child
Takes the shape of the young man I once was.

When I am old, I will cry softly while I create
with my mind something impossible.
I will build a beautiful castle to wander every day and night,
Because in the end, I want to die alone in it, with tears in my eyes.