Wouldn’t you like to be an elder?

I envision of how it would be

To look on past experiences,

And see where life has taken me

To be among those of the wise

Share my wisdom with you,

Knowing what I’ve been through

And sharing how I’ve made it out

To one day see,

My reflection in a mirror

And while admiring who I’ve become...

To gaze back and see a younger me

I wouldn’t want to be prideful

But to remain humble

Warm and gentle to the touch,

Little ole me will stay the same

Yes, to be an elder

And make fun of the good ole days...

To reminisce with those who’ve stayed

And haven’t passed away

Yes, to be an elder

And drink earl grey tea...

With Haitian bread

I don’t think I’ll drink coffee

To advise the youth

And sing in the church choir

And wear my mother’s hat…

That I’ve already began to do,

Because it isn’t when you lead a ministry,

To then appear all modesty

To be an elder must be really cool...

You get to see your children succeed

By succeed, I mean to make babies

Grandchildren are the best,

They bring excitement and joy...

Feed us til we’re fat

My husband, we’ll meet at a karaoke place...

I’ll be singing to some tune

He’ll be that brave man who runs up,

And yell out, boo

But I’ll be that strong woman that I am

And won’t stop till my song ends...

And he’ll see that I’m brave

And will take me by the hands

We’ll finish the song together

And we’ll call it our own

Now everyone will boo us both

My husband, the soldier,

Will admire my ways

He’ll smile and think I’m the greatest

We’ll share wonderful days

That may not be my story

And I may not marry a solider

That won’t stop me from being,

A great elder

Yes, to be an elder

I can only imagine...

How wonderful to sit back

In my ranch and watch the sunset,

In my rocking chair

To think of how my grandchildren...

Do not call me enough

And yell at their parents

For not disciplining them

Inviting the neighbors for dinner

And talk about good ole television

The ones that I like to watch now...

Or should I say last year

Since college takes up all of my time

Now, my mind doesn’t seem so clear

I wouldn’t feel embarrassed

About the wrinkles

Nor the grey hairs...

Not even for the stretched ears

I’ll love to be an elder,

There’s more to it than what I’ve mentioned

The elder are awesome...

There’s a lot to learn from them,

I hope to aspire to be a great one

This is my most recent poem that I have been writing for a few days and was not intended to offend anyone. I have always picture myself as an elder woman and wondered what it would feel like to literally look back at life and remember all that I can. This poem was written for humor, enjoyment and from personal persepective.