When I'm a hundred and one
I will still walk barefoot on sacred forest trails
I will still howl with my wolven brothers under a canopy of stars
I will still be flirting with finely sculpted suitors
and will be well guarded by lion, champion and king
When I'm a hundred and one
I will give my imaginary friends a place of honour at my table
I will dress as a Paris harlot queen if I please
I will dance as if the devil is my devilishly handsome partner
and revel in my ability to bring noblemen down to bended knee
When I'm a hundred a one
I will feel easy about the world's fresh start
content that there are no wars
I'll enjoy all the freedom clean free energy has wrought
and bask naked upon pristine shores
And if I reach a hundred and one
and this has not yet come to pass
I shall give myself a scolding in the mirror
That I didn't kick my own damn ass!
About the Creator
Mardi Coeur de Lion
I am a Poet, Artist and Force of Nature
www.Mardi.ca
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