If I live to be 100

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    If I live to be 100
    If I live to be 100..
    I’ll never tire of watching cardinals feed each other in the spring.
    I‘ll watch each February, with great anticipation, the crocus’
    bravely poking their head heavenward.
    I’ll marvel at the sunsets, red, orange, purple and yellow
    And gaze in hushed reverence
    at that dark blue black line between dusk and night.

    If I live to be 100...
    I’ll always plant flowers and such if I’m able, and count the different kinds of irises I’ve grown.
    I’ll listen for the call of the morning doves
    feeling my heart sigh with them.
    I’ll walk in the summer rain looking for a rainbow
    I’ll beg my son to take me out to watch the funnel clouds form
    I’ll dream of climbing Mount Everest and envisage looking down on the earth below

    If I live to be 100...
    I’ll still march for peace and sing “We Shall Overcome.”
    I’ll tell my great grandchildren about the time I was a prisoner of conscience
    and silently shed a tear for my inmates friends.
    And I’ll pray for a world without hunger and war and killing
    I’ll envision a time when people are gentle with each other and the world around them.

    And when I die at 101...
    I’ll let my spirit float through out the world touching the dying, the outcast, the orphan.
    I’ll stroke the hair of the forgotten elder in the nursing home and kiss away the tear of the solider.
    Then I’ll chew a bunch of chewing gum and stick it in the triggers of all the nuclear weapons so they just won’t ever work.
    And then…
    I’ll float away
    My final act of love will be complete..

    Tina Busch-Nema
    March 6, 2008

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    purpleswan commented on If I live to be 100

    10-10-2009

    EXCELLENT! All the things I've ever thought about feeling are wrapped up in this elegant poem. You expressed your life dream so beautifully in this peice. I will save this one in my fav's. Such a peaceful existance were we to be able to do all we wish. Bold, beautiful, sweet, powerful, dedicated and devoted. A 10!
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    buschy58

    10/12/2009

    thanks...i've never gotten a 10 before!

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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