100 years old, I've reached death, and have lived a full and complete life. Goodbye world.
90 years old, I've forgotten my name, and most of my friends and family, only recognizing my beautiful daughter.
80 years old, sitting in a creaky rocking chair, knitting scarves for the poor.
70 years old, my first grandchild is born, a gorgeous boy who cried only once so far.
65 years old, I move into a retirement home, ready to live my last few years in happiness.
50 years old, my husband dies at the age of 52, not yet having lived a full life.
40 years old, my kids grow up and move out, in the big world now.
30 years old, my kids do drugs and experience everything as a teenager, I'm mostly a proud mom.
20 years old, I have twins, a boy and girl, they grow up in a small town.
15 years old, I meet my husband and wish to marry him as soon as we're of age.
12 years old, I go through extreme depression, and have trouble being happy.
5 years old, just learning about the world, experiencing strange new things.
2 years old, I learn to laugh and love and cry and be loved.
0 years old, I'm born into this crazy world, ready to begin my life's journey.
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Just a side note, every year isn't just one year, it's that year and everything in between the next.
Just to clarify, because even I got a little lost reading it. :)
-Jess
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astrophile
PoetryAstrophile (n.) a lover of the stars; astronomy --- Highest Ranking: #71 in Poetry. October 12, 2017 © 2017 by Jess
