I shall wear turquoise and diamonds, And a straw hat that doesn't suit me. And I shall spend my social security on white wine and carrots, And sit in my alley-way of my barn And listen to my horses breathe.
I will sneak out in the middle of a summer night And ride the old bay gelding, Across the moonstruck meadow If my old bones will allow.
And when people come to call, I will smile and nod As I walk past the gardens to the barn and show instead the flowers growing inside stalls fresh-lined with straw. I will shovel and sweat and wear hay in my hair as if it were a jewel.
And I will be an embarrassment to all, Who will not yet have found the peace in being free to have a horse as a best friend, A friend who waits at midnight hour With muzzle and nicker and patient eyes For the kind of woman I will be When I am old.
I don't know who the Author is who wrote this poem. Just thought it would be a nice one to share with everyone.