Prompt: Write a poem or prose starting with the line "When I am an old woman."
When I am an old woman.
I see myself sitting in a park.
On a lively spring day
breathing the broken music of the lark.
My hair isn't tied.
My lips don't smile.
And that's peace...after
a very long time.
The wisp in the air
I can't smell.
The joyous flowers
I can't see, are all lost.
But after an eternity
I feel happy.
The run is finally over.
How they ache for
time to extend.
How I wait for these
final moments to end.
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