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For thousands of years man cried out to God
to change his way of life
for it was to long and to hard
Man just wanted to die
In those times man lived to be a few hundred years old
Then Noah came and for 120 years people were told
But they could not understand why
How water could fall from the sky
That was the end of the second age
After the flood God made a change
He created the four seasons and the rain
God said He would never flood the world again
To show that He was helping His man, this is what God did
He said for a 100 years only will man live
When God shortened the years of life in time
It changed the way man thinks in his mind
And so it became here on earth
Now man wants to live and to find worth
Even today it is told
You’re honored if you live to be 100 years old
It’s like you did something good with your life determined to live and not die
A hope, a dream to strive for with might
If you live that long you did alright
And that is an honor in man’s sight
About this poem
My mother is 89 years old and she has been saying for many years that her biggest dream is to live to be 100 years old. She wants to know what it feels like when you are 100 years old. It means so much to her. So I wrote this poem.
Written on October 12, 2024
Submitted by musclegirl on October 12, 2024
Modified by musclegirl on October 12, 2024
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