In ten years,
A young child may learn to express their fears.
No longer bound in chains,
By fear of storm or rain.
In twenty years one may learn to love,
To love like a gentle dove.
One can learn to love the rain,
And let it wash away all their pain.
In thirty years the chains return,
Defeating the freedom we’ve learned.
They shackle you to the walls,
Replaying all the times you fall.
In forty years one can forgive,
Despite the tragedies they live.
The forgiveness provides new light,
New emotion put into every fight.
In fifty years one can learn to sing;
Learn to sing the blessing life brings.
The song will sometimes sting,
While merry bells in the background ring.
In sixty years one can learn to cry,
As their hearts loose the will to fly.
They will fear how they die,
And so they will cry.
In seventy years coffee can become too bitter,
And your children will no longer need a babysitter.
You will finally thank life’s trials,
And love those who went the extra mile.
In eighty years dreams can fade,
Reflected in the water we once would wade.
And while these dreams are gone,
New generations carry them on.
In ninety years one can grow sad,
Regretful for all the times they were mad.
Emotions will start to change,
While they slowly loose their range.
In one hundred years mankind can learn,
Learn from the things we must discern.
And while the the journey was long,
We’ve learned to sing brighter songs.
In one hundred years there’s so much to do,
In one hundred years there’s so much potential for you.
by Avery M.
