Embellish

I envision my friend at 100 to look very elvish

He shall sit on his front porch at noon to tell tales
Wearing a white linen suit and a cover on his knees
And he’ll talk about a now long gone, colourful life
He might even embellish some stories as more dramatic
More than necessary I guess; but how will you know
Anyway you will expect his life to have been theatrical
Lived in a regretless, kind, hedonism all those years ago
But one thing is sure; you will all listen with wonder
I know this for I have listened to his wonderful tales
And I remember them all; and each one is a lesson of joy