A Look Into My Own Life: A Visionary Point of View

I find myself at this stage in life wondering about the future. Not so much past anymore, which is kind of refreshing. I do think about it in a reminiscence way, yet I don’t feel stressed by the things that didn’t quite work out for me there. It’s a good feeling and a great place to be most of the time.

If I get sad about anything, I get sorrowful because of uncertainty, I’m scared that what I envision for myself will not come true, because time is not on my side at this point. I’m no longer climbing the hill of age; I'm making my descent down.

This poem is about how if I keep to my vision, and if that vision actually comes true for me, then everything that I have suffered through will be worth it in the end.

I have mixed emotions

about growing old. I

think I’m sad if truth

be told.

One day I’m struck

with a sincere gladness

of all things conquered

through my life of what

matters.

Even so, I do see

the things I have

not accomplished.

I can’t go back; time

will not slow. I shall

never find that one

true love soul.

He does not exist, and if

he once did, I somehow

managed to miss that

wedded kiss.

The best thing I guess

for me to do, is not to

look back, the past

is the past; I shan’t

regress.

I tend to look ahead

through hope and faith

that I will someday live

with only happiness

and grace.

I want to travel to distant

lands, and mingle with

friends while sharing

bread.

Have conversations of

cultural tender that will

warmly embrace my

heart with a prejudice

surrender.

So cast me away, so I

can see all life’s

beautiful mysteries.

Then after, give me

my final peace of

mind, and plant me

in those green valleys

and grape vines.

I'll sip red wine on my

veranda, while staring

down topiary paths

painted along a sunset

canvas.

I envision me doing

this as a distinguished

older me, who is smiling

from the gratitude God

entrusted to me.

If I make it to my dream

vision, I will have no

need to ever be sad

again.

Living in Tuscany alone

will be a most pleasing

thing, and I will die

feeling happy, free, and

most of all in complete

serenity.