When I am old
And a wealthy woman
I will find a man like you.
A man young and in his prime.
A man with an open and wandering mind.
And I will be his sugar mama.
I will pay for him to live near
And I will dress him in all my favorite clothes
And we will sit and watch the world go by.
He will write poems for me
And tell me how the world works, he thinks.
And when I look at him
I will see you.
But you are long gone.
Far and distant.
So I will hold this dream till I am old
And a wealth woman.