If I lived to be 100, would you still be here with me?
Would the world be too changed? Would I be as lonely?
My family home...would it become a business parking lot?
If I lived to be 100...would memories be long lost to rot?
All my friends...ah, the other side of the door they'd be
and would I have any family who'd love and shelter me?
Would I spend my final days in a busy retirement home?
If I lived to be 100...would I celebrate confused and alone?
Would I talk of our computers and not be understood?
Would current wars be forgotten...buried with the worm and wood?
Would Wall Street be a worry...or would it find a new address?
If I lived to be 100...would I have outlived all this mess?
If I lived to be 100...would I still be blessed to keep my mind?
Would I enjoy the changing of the seasons...or shall I, then, be blind?
Would I have outlived a love...what memories shall shall a widow make?
If I lived to be 100...would my soul be completely awake?
All whom I had called a friend may be long lost to this world.
All whom I had once cared for had forgotten about this girl
trapped in an aging chest where memories are stored in cellophane.
A life wrapped up in mothballs...ah, a heart now gone insane!
If I lived to be 100...please, remember me in St Peter's line!
Put in a good word for me as it draws closer to my time.
Let there be love still surrounding me as this life grows ever colder.
Let there still be warmth in our hearts as we grow ever older.
(c) October 10, 2008 Lori S. Maynard