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.
A nice theme to write about. Very well written. When I breath my last breath, I will finally get to see, Something that only happens once, but lasts for eternity. The fear is contagious! A great emotion so well articulated!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This being your first poem in this forum, I take the privilege to welcome you cordially to PH.