I want to be wiser when I grow old

The chapters of my life, I will have told

I don’t want to be young forever, what good will that be?

To never mature and learn and be free?

No, that’s not what I want, that’s not what I plan

I’ll do my best to grow old, I know I can

Oh to be old, with wrinkles and gray hair

I couldn’t think of what would look more fair

To be able to reach the age of seventy

That would be a gift of plenty

I want to be like Betty White

Who grows old gracefully, such a shinning light