Oh, Long Life

What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life?

Oh long life

I can stretch you like rubber,

or let you shrink

like woollen clothes

forgotten in a tumble dryer.

There are things to admire.

There are things that look dire.

But deep inside,

life keeps burning,

different kinds of fire.

I hate it when people call me a liar.

Once you sign a contract,

you belong to a buyer.

There are worldly trips on my timeline,

but holidays are pushed, postponed, denied.

Offices sweat just to give one.

How much youth

do I have to waste

to understand their complications?

If wealth could buy youth,

I would’ve worked like a dog

and slept like a log.

But life is long,

I keep thinking,

and suddenly

it’s short

the very next day.

I wish I had fulfilled her wishes.

Will I ever reach there?

Wisdom doesn’t follow you,

it chases you

one lesson after another.

Desire has no ending.

Expectations keep growing.

Dreams stack like unread messages.

Life keeps going.

Beautiful bodies

become relief for sore eyes.

You get into one chase,

then another,

then another day.

You don’t notice

when your hair turns grey.

I pluck them now,

one by one,

but the day will come

when grey outnumbers normal.

And I’ll ask,

have I gotten old?

The mirror becomes your enemy.

You shatter it.

Buy another one.

Same thing.

Maybe I can still do something good.

Help gentle souls

get back on their feet.

Food.

Roof.

Heat.

Life keeps moving.

Reels after reels.

Memories buffering.

I’m sitting in a rocking chair,

smoking the air of my youth.

Oh long life,

I’m still living you.

Thank you.