When You Are Old

When you are old and too tired to sleep,

Steeping like your lemon tea

In ancient memories and dreams,

I wonder if you’ll think of me.

When your forehead’s deeply lined

With remnants of the tears you cried

And imprints of your love and lies,

I wonder if I’ll come to mind.

I know it’s an unlikely case

That I should stay in your aging grace,

But it’s nice to think, without my face,

Still some part can’t be replaced.

I think that you will still be there,

Buried beneath my graying hair,

With every breath of autumn air

And a memory of someone’s care.