Twenty Years From Now
In twenty years , I'm sure I shall not be.
Were I to tell my age you would agree.
And if by some small chance I'm still alive,
The curious and hopeful would arrive
At my front door in droves to question me
Or to just to gawk and try their best to see
This wonder of the world who has lived long
And now is subject of both word and song.
A stranger in strange land and all alone,
The very thought congeals me to the bone.
Twenty years from now the world won't miss me.
Or the striving, breathing wonder I would be.
I know the good Lord will not make me stay,
When all whom I have known, have gone away.
April 25. 2017
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2017
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