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In One Hundred Years

Once again winter’ll come into town in one hundred years,
Snowflakes’ll start falling down to ground in one hundred years,
I’ll be sitting again all aflutter beside you in one hundred years,
I’ll be kissing your hand, wrapped in passion, in one hundred years.

I still care for you same as back in the day,
Still not able to get over tears you shed.
Saw you yesterday walk in the street once again,
In an anguish I covered my face with the hand.

We'll be sitting again in the garden in one hundred years,
We will quarrel again, you will go to your home in one hundred years,
Moon will be lighting my way to your house in one hundred years,
When you, my baby, open me door in one hundred years.

I still care for you same as back in the day,
Still not able to get over tears you shed.
Saw you yesterday walk in the street once again,
In an anguish I covered my face with the hand.

We’ll be probably one hundred thirty in one hundred years,
We’ll be probably missing our thirty in one hundred years,
We, old-timers, will still sit together in one hundred years,
When we’re close to the Heavens in one hundred years.

I still care for you same as back in the day,
Still not able to get over tears you shed.
Saw you yesterday walk in the street once again,
In an anguish I covered my face with the hand.

Once again winter’ll come into town in one hundred years,
Snowflakes’ll start falling down to ground in one hundred years.
And in snow-covered garden we, the old-timers, may still sit together in one hundred years,
But all this in one hundred years, one hundred years.

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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
Love everlasting! Who hasn't dreamed of such?! Wishing you all, dear poets, longevity in Love! Many thanks!

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mcradloff
It has been over five years since I started posting poems on this website. One hundred years seems like a long time. I have so far gotten through 47 years and 117 days so far. Snow is by far one of my favorite things. I have looked at snow in a microscope and it looks like carved ice sculptures.snowglobe
marikia
Dear Mcradloff, l liked your comparison of snowflakes with carved ice sculptures very much! You know, we could exaggerate sometimes, if we wish, and go beyond imaginable, especially in poetry, which gives specific license for it, and we could fantasize and dream on at our pleasure cause the length of a human life is too short. Wish you longevity with all my heart! Thank you for dropping in - we are a community of old timers here, and I am always happy to hear from you! tip hat flower
cafetwo2010
Marikia..
A community of old timers! Bite your tongue girl! grin
I'm still ready to swing from the chandelier's..well maybe
with a safety rope.
Pancho..
Great song!
'One hundred years'
Thank you for sharing that dear.
ps.. I'm really only an 18 year old
disguised as a senior citizen. But
that's just between you and me.
Nobody will ever know.

grin
kiss
marikia
Nobody will ever know, except for CS and the whole curious world. All Castle chandeliers having been fitted mindful of age, specifically, your eternal youth and enthusiasm! By the old timers I meant the blessed years of CS membership! Thank you, Cafe, I am happy you liked the song!
teddybear
cafetwo2010
Marikia..
Oh, thank you so much dear. I forgot that I was going
to live forever! I lost my wrist watch. Why am I always
the last to know? grin

Somebody needs to get some pizza up in this joint..
And for God's sake put some music on. I wanna dance
tonight!
Cafe


cheering
banana
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