Back to the Future

I hope that, when I'm older, I write lots of books. I mean, right now it seems like it would be an amazing feat to just get one poem published, but I can hope.

So, I hope that I write. I hope that I grow old and write books---inspiring books. Good ones, with inspiring quotes. Quotes that everyone knows because they're so inspiring.

I imagine myself writing things like this when I'm old:

"I look in the mirror and finger my silver hair. I almost begin to wish for the blonde locks of my youth, but I just smile and turn away.

Being old isn't so bad. Not compared to what they told me when I was young. 'You're eyes will go bad, your back will ache, your hips will have to be replaced . . .' It seemed like my body would just fall to pieces as soon as I hit 60---my back, my knees, my eyes, my ears, my mind.

My heart.

I pat the place where my defibrillator once nestled inside of me, just beneath my left collar bone. I smile again. Funny how my heart was intent on giving up on me at 14 years old, and now here I am, 68, and it's still going strong."

You know. Funny little things like that.

Demain

Devant toi, c'est demain
Et qu'est-ce que tu feras avec tes mains?
Emporteras-tu mon coeur
Ou attraperas-tu ma peur?

  Je te promets
  Je serai sans prejuge
  Et je ne te quitterai pas.
  J'irai jusqu'a demain avec toi.

Devant nous, c'est demain
Et qu'est-ce que nous ferons avec nous-memes?
Nous pouvons aller aux etoiles
Et bien nagerons dans notre joie.

  Je te promets
  Je serai sans prejuge
  Et je ne te quitterai pas.
  J'irai jusqu'a demain avec toi.

Devant moi, c'est demain
Et si demain a des projets
De te voler,
Je te laisserai aller.

  Je te promets
  Je t'aimerai toujours
  Et je ne te quitterai pas.
  J'irai jusqu'a demain avec toi.

Tomorrow

In front of you is tomorrow
And what will you do with your hands?
Will you carry my heart
Or will you take my fear?

  I promise you
  I will be without prejudice
  And I will not leave you.
  I will go to tomorrow with you.

In front of us is tomorrow
And what will we do with ourselves?
We could go to the stars
And swim in our joy.

  I promise you
  I will be without prejudice
  And I will not leave you.
  I will go to tomorrow with you.

In front of me is tomorrow
And if tomorrow has plans
To steal you,
I will let you go.

  I promise you
  I will love you always
  And I will not leave you.
  I will go to tomorrow with you.