When I am old I will chase rainbows and catch moonbeams & follow my dreams.

I will lay and gaze at the stars for hours.

I will walk barefoot in the rain

Jumping in all the puddles

Refusing to go home till I am sopping wet

And be drunk on nothing but the joys of nature.

I will throw away my make-up, my fancy lingerie and cancel my beauty shop appointment.

I will lay around the house all day in my night shirt & bunny slippers.

Reading,  watching T.V. and playing on the internet till the wee hours of the morning with my

phone off the hook.

I will lock the door and refuse to answer the doorbell.

I will leave the mail in the box for days and see how long it takes someone to find

me.

I will be late for appointments.

Cook & clean only when I feel like it.

And use my age as a reason of forgetfulness

I will laugh at my own jokes.

Talk to myself and yes, answer back.

I will throw myself a birthday party at Chuckie cheese.

Play all the games and ride all the rides.

Taking pictures as I go.

And be drunk on nothing but the friendship of my inner beauty.

I will be the first one to laugh when I do something stupid.

I will take the time to do things with my grandchildren I should have done with

   my own.

I will Hunt bugs with my grandsons.

Play Barbie with my grandaughters.

And teach them what April Fools Day is really all about.

 I will see how high I can go on a swing.

Dive into a pool with all my clothes on.

Ride the  fastest,  highest ride at the fair.

Eat Taffy, Corn Dogs and drink lemonade.

And tell my grandchildren the real things their parents did as a child.

And be drunk on nothing but the joy of my family.

And my own  permiscuousness.

I will wear striped bellbottoms , a psychedelic blouse, love beads

And a daisy in my hair & sell flowers on the street corner.

I will kick out street lights, dance with the moon & throw chewed bubble gum on the sidewalk.

I will blare Beatle albums till the wee hours of the morning on my patio

and let The Supremes, Sonny & Cher, & The Monkey’s join in

 While lying on a "flower power" pillow,  covered in a "make love not war" blanket.

On a couch with "peace signs" all over it

And be drunk on nothing but the joy of life.

I will spend my pension on all the old hits, fake braids and mood rings.

I will walk the malls for hours indulging no one but myself

Talking loudly on my cell phone 

and eat Happy Meals at Mc Donalds.

and when I get tired of it all I will

convince a policeman I am lost and accept a ride home.

And be drunk on nothing but having a good time.

I have heard my children explain to their friends that they have an "old fashioned  Mom"

So for now I must set a good example for my children who are trying to rear children of their own.

I must keep the house neat and clean

Have cookouts and holidy parties.

Invite friends and co-workers over for a feast.

Be prim, proper and cordial.

I must keep this  secret 60's rebel child inside of me.

But when the grandchildren come for a stay I think my children suspect something is going on.

   With the giggles, secret winks and handshakes we share.

 I fear more of this 60’s child is slipping out everyday.

Sooooooooooo

Someday if you see an old women in the pouring rain jumping puddles in bellbottoms,

Wearing a psychedelic blouse with a daisy in her hair & love beads around her neck selling

 Flowers in the street and shouting Hulabaloo.

 Remember.

She's not a senile old lady.

She's a child of the 60's making up for the sobriety of her youth.

Chasing rainbows, catching moonbeams & following her dream.

That 60's child is me!

And ah yes !

 You might just see a few little people following behind.

They’re called my Grankids.

With hubby lagging behind

And just maybe my children will follow too !