Wouldn’t you like to be an elder?
I envision of how it would be
To look on past experiences,
And see where life has taken me
To be among those of the wise
Share my wisdom with you,
Knowing what I’ve been through
And sharing how I’ve made it out
To one day see,
My reflection in a mirror
And while admiring who I’ve become...
To gaze back and see a younger me
I wouldn’t want to be prideful
But to remain humble
Warm and gentle to the touch,
Little ole me will stay the same
Yes, to be an elder
And make fun of the good ole days...
To reminisce with those who’ve stayed
And haven’t passed away
Yes, to be an elder
And drink earl grey tea...
With Haitian bread
I don’t think I’ll drink coffee
To advise the youth
And sing in the church choir
And wear my mother’s hat…
That I’ve already began to do,
Because it isn’t when you lead a ministry,
To then appear all modesty
To be an elder must be really cool...
You get to see your children succeed
By succeed, I mean to make babies
Grandchildren are the best,
They bring excitement and joy...
Feed us til we’re fat
My husband, we’ll meet at a karaoke place...
I’ll be singing to some tune
He’ll be that brave man who runs up,
And yell out, boo
But I’ll be that strong woman that I am
And won’t stop till my song ends...
And he’ll see that I’m brave
And will take me by the hands
We’ll finish the song together
And we’ll call it our own
Now everyone will boo us both
My husband, the soldier,
Will admire my ways
He’ll smile and think I’m the greatest
We’ll share wonderful days
That may not be my story
And I may not marry a solider
That won’t stop me from being,
A great elder
Yes, to be an elder
I can only imagine...
How wonderful to sit back
In my ranch and watch the sunset,
In my rocking chair
To think of how my grandchildren...
Do not call me enough
And yell at their parents
For not disciplining them
Inviting the neighbors for dinner
And talk about good ole television
The ones that I like to watch now...
Or should I say last year
Since college takes up all of my time
Now, my mind doesn’t seem so clear
I wouldn’t feel embarrassed
About the wrinkles
Nor the grey hairs...
Not even for the stretched ears
I’ll love to be an elder,
There’s more to it than what I’ve mentioned
The elder are awesome...
There’s a lot to learn from them,
I hope to aspire to be a great one
This is my most recent poem that I have been writing for a few days and was not intended to offend anyone. I have always picture myself as an elder woman and wondered what it would feel like to literally look back at life and remember all that I can. This poem was written for humor, enjoyment and from personal persepective.
