You have gone where few go,
Unless they’ve got that special pass.
But you’ve got that and much more,
Travelling with pizazz.
Built like the T-model Ford
With a touch of true class—
You’re here today and going strong,
Of course, with plenty a gas.
More than one hundred years!
Wow! Who can beat that, lass?
No king, queen or president
Can ever such amass.
So now, with exercise
And plenty a rest too—
And the proper diet—
You’ll keep tunneling through.
And may you live a loooong time
Like supercentenarians do.
Normally we greet people to live long for 100 years, but i think it is very rare to live without any disease or disability without the help from others. I see here people in poor homes uncared by the kith and kin.
beautifully captures a century's journey, a tribute to the ones making it.
good write, thanks, I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This captures a journey through time, and what a journey some people have.
Wow a super poem out of d ordinary. I saw a lady here liv upto a hundred n d poem reminded me of her. May u write long. Take care poetess.
To Kanniappan. Rarely do you see a supercentenarian run a marathon, although it has happened. But for the most part, yes, they are at a scary place in their lives—infirmed, fragile and in need of adequate support. I think the problem of neglect is a big issue everywhere. Dear God, please, always protect and keep them is my prayer. PS: it will coming to all of us - if we live long enough. Thank you Kanniapan, for your valuable input.
Interesting poem Walterrean, with a touch of humour. Well penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beautiful piece of poetry