Although I’m not there yet, I’ve wondered what it might be like to live for a very long time on this earth.  I like talking to older folks and hearing their stories about their lives, but for me I personally am not looking forward to it.  This is a poem I came up with awhile back during one of those moments of pondering old age and retirement.

While I used to fear death when I was younger, becoming a Christian has changed my perspective a great deal and although I look forward to seeing grandchildren, I wouldn’t want to live to be a hundred.

I thought merely to share some insight in how I might feel if I’ve lived to the century mark.

From here to eternity, seems to be coming too slow,

My bags are all packed and I’m ready to go.

At 101 I’ve seen all I need to see,

Ain’t nothing left here still a holding me.

My family’s all gone and this music’s too loud,

And I’m worn of this place with the wheelchair crowd.

Oh don’t get me wrong, I still love all that I can,

But I’m tired of living on this worldly health plan.

You see Jesus my Savior is there waiting for me,

With my loved ones and new body I can’t wait to see.

And I long to hear those words of “well done,”

My good and faithful servant, come and join the fun.

Though I became a follower of the Christ kind of late,

He has never failed to assure me he has reserved my date.

So please don’t wake me should I sleep for too long,

The anticipation has ended, and I’m singing a new song.

From here to eternity is finally here at last,

And that world that I lived in, wow, did that ever go fast.