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The one-hundred-year-old woman
It's been a hundred long winters
since I started using this very body
I turned one-hundred yesterday
But what is death doing anyway?
I'm still in my right mind
A mind full of memories
of people I knew since they were born
and I was still there to see them die.
I have mourned so many times
that it's given me dark thoughts
I'm here, getting ready
I've chosen my coffin
But the doctor keeps telling me
call after call
that I'm in perfect shape
and there he goes, "kudos"...
I saw the First World War
the first telephone
Here I am, one-hundred-year-old
But, let's face it, how's that any good for me?
Big airplanes roaring
there's a white line in the sky
It's as if God
had struck me from his list
It's been a hundred long winters
since I started using this very body
I turned one-hundred yesterday
But what is death doing anyway?
What is it that I haven't finished yet?
What should I complete?
Lose yet another friend?
Bury my grandchildren?
I turned one-hundred yesterday
I shouldn't be here anymore
My place is at the graveyard
My place is in Heaven
If I deserve Hell
then this is precisely it
because I'm one-hundred-year-old
and I'm still alive.
I was born with candle lights
I grew up with coal fire
of course I can remember
the very first neon light
I've known the Great Depression
I was approaching thirty
I've known churches
that were actually packed with people.
I have known horse transportation
and washboards,
a river so neat
that you could actually swim in it.
I have known the sun
before it became a danger to one's health
Do I really have to be old?
Please, come and fetch me good God...
I turned one-hundred yesterday
It's not like I haven't said my prayers but
it really looks like God
has forgotten me.
So now I have caretakers
that have different faces
Temporary friends
paid by the week.
They speak a language
that will never be my own
It pains me to know
that I'm five times their age
and a thousand times as tired.
Sitting still by the window
while they browse
leisurely on the internet.
It's true I'm waiting for death to come
It's not that I'm a morbid person
it's just that have lived to a ripe old age
and I'm still in my right mind
It's that I'm depleted
and there's nothing left to get my teeth into.
It's just that my past is overflowing
whereas my future is empty.
They show on TV
rockets that go up in the sky.
Can anyone explain me
what's keeping me down here?
I'm from another world
I'm part of History now
I've had my roaring years
I've had my hour of glory.
I've had a good husband
and four nice kids
But everyone's gone
Sleeping in Heaven
I'm the only one left here, old
still alive, lliving still
Asleep on my feet
But what is she doing, anyway...
the Reaper.
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