Ninety-nine Summers
It hasn’t been a century yet
I feel young
But then I remember
And I am old again
Today I slept till noon
And missed the sunrise
Will I ever see it again?
There is tomorrow, true
But what if tomorrow is cloudy?
And the day after
Simply doesn’t exist
Old and gloomy, but not dead yet
That’s what I lean on
They told me it was hot outside
But I stayed too late
By the time my shorts were on
So were their jackets
Tomorrow will be cold
And the day after
The end of summer
No more beach days
Or lazy afternoons
It scares me
Will I ever feel another summer day?
Ninety-nine summers
Not old enough for setting records
Too old to care
Old enough to set example
Too old to follow it
Will I make it?
To feel another summer
Or see another sunrise
Or will the day after tomorrow
Not exist?
Copyright Anna Treffer