I often wonder what life will be like
Physically and mentally alike
What will it be like when I get old?
Will I always feel the cold?
I wonder what things with grow with my age
Will my diary entries be longer than a page?
Will I be able to taste my food?
Will my actions depend on my mood?
On my head, will I still have hair?
What type of clothes will I wear?
When I talk will my lips whistle?
As wind travels through a thistle
I may have to walk with a stick
But will I still be able to throw a kick?
Will I watch movies sitting up close?
Will I even be able to make myself toast?
Will I still be able to look after my nails?
Or will I have to listen to my husband’s tales?
Will my hand shake when I do things?
I’ll have to wait and see what life brings
The untold future makes me question
What subjects will make up my profession?
Some may laugh, others may be sad
But I guess it won’t be that bad.
By: Ridhi Malhotra
Note: Please, please dont copy my poems...pls?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life will never be bad for you. Keep on writing Ridhi.