Young Writers Society

and as thin as the air you breathe on mountains.

At times I wonder what I'll be like when I'm old
and my hair is pale as the distant moon
and as thin as the air you breathe on mountains. I agree with 322sivart's comment on this last line

I wonder if I'll have had grandchildren by then
so that they can bring some life back into mine,
and so I can spoil them rotten as apples.

I wonder if I'll share my decline with someone, I think 'demise' would have been a better word than decline?
or if I'll be left alone with no one but myself
to grow old and live with until our deaths.What you've put sounds good but I wondered about a reference to 'till death do us part'?

But if so, why should I wait for that fate?
I'll race forward from lonely silences and creaky bones
and into the welcoming arms of death.

Because when arthritis sets in, I'll set out
on adventures and quests that make magic seem dull
and my past fade like it never existed before.

I'll battle dragons with scales of indigo blue,
then take to the seas and fight pirates and sea monsters I don't think you need the word 'sea' before monsters, it seems one too many syllables and you've already mentioned that it's in the sea
and sail on to the end of the world and back!

At the end of the day, when I've no heart left
and my coffers are full and a smile on my face,
it is then I shall die, as someone who has lived.