When I Am An Old Man - Afghan
Our Weaver makes the finest 100% cotton afghans in America and we have licensed them to produce our exclusive poem When I Am An Old Man on a a woven afghan. It is designed to compliment our When I Am an Old Woman afghan. Fringed all around. Size: 54" x 70". A wonderful gift! Retail price elsewhere is up to $70.00. To read the entire quote click on "to see more".

Our afghans are individually created for you by our weavers. Please allow up to four weeks for manufacturing and shipping.

Product Code: 238Afghan


Tell a friend about this site or product

When I Am An Old Man - Afghan

"When I Am An Old Man, I shall wear my old slippers whenever I choose. Have popcorn and pickles while on my armchair cruise. Dance around in my bathrobe, put my false teeth in a jar, Make friends of my enemies and talk love, not war. Eat ice cream for breakfast and spend some days abed, Nod off in the sunshire over books I've not read. I'll drink milk from the carton, eat peaches from their tin, And throw away my neckties, grow whiskers on my chin. Make music on an old guitar to chase away the blues, And scratch where it itches, forget to shine my shoes. Wink at the girls and give a big grin, Notice the sunsets and let the dogs come in. On holidays I'll wear fine shirts, plaid trousers that are loose, And let one of the youngsters carve the turkey or the goose. But now, we must get to work on time, Save every nickle, penny and dime. Be proper and prim, stay healthy and fit, Pay our taxes and not complain about it. But maybe I'll begin doing some of these things now, Like forgetting my manners when I'm eating my chow. So our friends will recognize me on that far away day, When suddenly I am old and begin acting that way!" By Donna Schwarz and Elizabeth Lucas©