In The Year 2090 - Poem by Dennis Adonis
In the year 2090 I wouldn't be there
For my time on earth would have already been shear
In the year 2090, no, I wouldn't be there
Don't cry for me anyone; just remember the times we'd share.
In the year 2090 when the clock has chime
I would be nowhere around to witness the time
In the year 2090, I urge you my kin
Shed no tears, for I am already gone with the wind
In the year 2090, please have no fear
In my spirit my child, I promise I'll be there
In the year 2090, you will reflect on me
And I know my child, how happy you'll be
In the year 2090, with the Lord's good grace
As you read my poems, you'll remember my face
In the year 2090, when all is said and done
I know that in flesh I would be no where around.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
For example, it is now early 2013. And a few days ago, these science guys abruptly announced an un-manned space mission that would reach its destination sometime in 2090.
Now, I am actually rolling on 38 years of age, and ironically thinks that if I ever lived to reach at least 80 years, I would be sort of satisfied with such length of longevity. However, with rum and all the many so called complications that follows us around on this earth, surviving till that age seems like a task tied to impossibility.
So if you should calculate my age right now (or at the time of this book publication) , it would mean that I would have to be one hundred and fifteen years if I am to witness that space event.
While not practically impossible, I won't bet a single cent on myself or anyone born after 1980 to live to see 115 years. Case close.
So as I was discussing this 2090 event with my kids, the reality of our human fragility and aging flesh suddenly stepped into my thoughts.
Simply put I told them that I won't be on the face of this earth in 2090 and I am not even sure if any adults that they know will be there too.
That 2090 conversation then struck me so deep thereafter that I was emotionally coerced into writing that poem.
So maybe if you share the same thoughts as I do, or is going through the same degree of bewilderment, I hope you'd understand my view.
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