When I Shall Be Fifty

If, in my fate, it has already been written That I shall be an enjoyer of my fifties Pray, I hope then To have, at that time A healthy state, Both mentally and physically Why By then, it would matter not If I am not as slim as I was when I was eighteen It would matter not If my hair looks not so brushed up or even so black It would matter not If quite a few wrinkles have made themselves seen What would matter Is whether I have grown in wisdom Yes, whether I have attained the right maturity As to forgive all those who hated me As to give love to those who need it from me As to share with the rest of the world, my own experience So that the younger ones may feel inspired And of course, Whether I have worked hard and struggled Towards the making of my dreams Yes, Right now, eyes closed, A snug smile on my face I see, in my mind, myself at fifty And I see, a content lady One most probably still single For of the falsity of love, I have written enough about I see, a lady, most probably childless For in leaving in this world, A remnant of myself I had never had the slightest interest I see a lady, though, who makes it her duty To give to the world Every precious gem that she treasures in her So that each and every child may Forget, at least, not even wonder about the complexity And the meaninglessness of life And do take the time to enjoy their being here! Why, At fifty I shall most probably lose my beauty My sex appeal My body's elasticity But then, I shall care not for these For I shall be closer and closer still To see for myself Truth, As I have versed so much about while still in my thirties!