When I’ll Be A 100

When I’ll be a 100, my life would have been a blast I’d have survived pandemics, and even poverty perhaps My parents would have gone, and so will have my friends I’d be an old relic of time, that was once my joy

I’d have buried many lovers and may have many children I’d have outlasted my rivals, and survived countless battles I’d still smile with the kind and reassuring face, as one of my lovers once said — I might have lived a life of sorrows and unlimited joys

I would have written poetry, perhaps a million times — published many books and helped a billion times, people of all races, of all places, of all kinds There will be a time, I might become a man my mother always aspired someone my elders dreamt and crafted through love, caring reprise

I would have seen death, a countless many times — I would have said goodbye to the many people, I admired, relished and enjoyed their company and time There might be a day, When I’d look back to such a life — and smile how foolish was I to never really aspire to live an entire mile

I perhaps might cry, as old as weary I am — I’d miss everyone that I ever cared for they were my pride, and my joy — perhaps my grandchild might take my hand and ask, “Grandpa, why are you crying” — they’d hug me and try to fill me up with the warmth that I once gave to my loved ones, a blessed sight

Thus I might stand on the rooftop of my house, the home built by my parents who might be long gone, as I see the sunset — reminiscing my child side hearing my mother, “call my name, as I would run towards her” I’d then close my eyes, and perhaps it might set — the feeling of peace

Aching to meet my loved ones indeed — reunited once more, I leave a legacy to keep the people I once loved, my dear children and brethren bidding farewell, to the life and the world — that I once knew and loved coming back to those who parted me once more, I rest with them forevermore