Twenty years from now seems quite far
But not as far as it was before
People ask me
Where I think I’ll be.
Do I worry or should I worry?
That will lead me nowhere
I know for sure I’ll climb that stage
And I will welcome that age,
If given a chance.
As Jason Mraz said, I won’t worry my life away
By then, I’d be happy to have been fifty.
Another year to be the wiser
The older you get, you should be a little nicer
Grouchy as ever, are you ever going to change?
You seem less happier each year, which is strange
Be happy for another year, be proud of your age
Don’t try to hide it now, the world is your stage
Be glad you are growing older, enjoy every minute
Don’t be sour, life is great so enjoy it!
pushing forty, like pushing a roller coaster
and I don’t understand
you’re alive, they call you old
you die, they say too young
all the effort to look younger
but the young longs to be older
pushing further or pulling back?
isn’t age just a number?
for now I am 15 years away
but I look forward to pushing forty
I dialed the digits and heard a ring
The voice on the other side greeted politely
And so I started the conversation
Half-way through, I stopped to look at a text
but ignored it
The conversation was great
It’s been a long time since I spoke with my friend
and it was certainly nice to hear her voice again
Before ending the call I said,
“So Jane, when will we meet? I sure miss you.”
There was a pause
and then the voice on the other line replied,
“Uhm, my name’s not Jane.
To tell you honestly, I have no idea who you are.
I think you dialed the wrong number.”
When days are numbered what will become of me?
of you, of him and her?
when the salt of the earth has reached the fire
above and below the clever never-ending
and what they call endless finally ends
Lost for words to express what cannot be described
as it slowly creeps through the undaunted floorboards
the ones that creak and wither
when the light of day has dropped dead
to its knees; bowing with sadness and yet
maybe with relief
I cannot echo what is not heard or seen
when the silence has drowned the very foundation
of the ground we are standing on
As we approach that stage whether we know it or not
ready we must be to face the next stage
for we know not what happens after
when days are numbered