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