Ninety Poem by Rachael Loudon

If I live to be ninety, I wonder what will be.
Will I look in the mirror and still see me?
Will I even remember who I used to be?

I bet those years went by fast,
Too fast to see.
Did I get to do all the things I dreamed of?
Did I let my loved ones know how much they mean to me?

Will I learn to appreciate the little things in life?
Like a pretty bird by the window, a smile from a stranger.
I bet all the holidays I took for granted seem so special these days.

If I do live to be ninety,
I hope life was good to me,
I hope I have grandkids that call and visit me.
I will tell them life is short,
and to do all you can.
Enjoy every moment,
be a simple man.

I will probably still be afraid of what is on the other side.
I will try not to show it, but be terrified inside.
When I breath my last breath,
I will finally get to see,
Something that only happens once,
but lasts for eternity.