Reflections of a fifty-year-old girl

When I’m imagining next year
As if I’m gliding high through the sky
With a watchful and downward eye
Looking at everything from a bird’s-eye view

I see people walking past each other
But they do not really look at one another no more
They greet each other in the hustle and bustle
As if nothing can really fascinate anymore

No more time to invest in the other
To listen to another and to learn from each other
Just a conversation or a small gesture
Because that’s how simple we can help someone else

There is not a second left to relax or get bored
The push of social media, overwhelming messages and images
To the extent that it hardly leaves you time to recuperate
Or, like before, to just ponder and philosophize

Oh, then I’m staring with my eagle’s eye
For the meaning and the truth of life
Searching for the message of tomorrow
I realise, to the best of my ability, I will create it myself

The beauty of life when doubt arrives
Is that light rays shine upon you, time and again
To send you wisdom, strength, and beauty
For a new beginning in your further life

Then I fly out of the thunderclouds
Rejuvenated and refilled with new dreams
In the formless, I envision a new beginning
Of the most beautiful creation that has yet to come

And on my path after fifty years
I think back to that time of yore
Disco, floppy disks, microchips without windows
The angelus ting of a manual typewriter

Once more I dial the old number on the rotary dial phone
After school time that seemed longer than in modern times
Like in the old days I hear my mother answering the phone
Can I stay with my friend? They have vanilla crumb pie

I reminisce a crazy ride in a Chevy Camaro
With a broken exhaust, ‘Another one bites the dust’
Yes, the old TV, station sign off, test pattern…Snow…Dot…Nothing
Bedtime children, this is the end of the broadcasting show

Ah, the wild west of my youth
Summer in the city, everything shiny and warm
Where peace actually had a chance
Where songs were filled with hope for tomorrow

For me, in 2020, a new phase will begin
The children have grown and flown out
Somewhere deep down the first thoughts emerge
Of new happiness, children’s children, a new generation

Ah, this wonderful phase of growing older
The rough stone is now more polished
My once wild hair already turning gray
Oh well, that’s the toll that life demands

I realize, whoever pursues happiness must slow down
Enjoying means reducing business and unrest
In the stillness the symbol for 2020 reveals itself
I consider it and accept it cheerfully

I overlook the panorama and perspective again
Fifty years ago, a life that happened, tomorrow
Looking for the meaning of 2020
I hope it will be a period of understanding

Oh, how it will be a wonderful day, that first day of 2020
Where listening and judicious thinking brings us new balance
Where the loneliness of the ego has seen the end
A way that leads us to an era of togetherness

Photo by Allyson Weislogel on Unsplash

Writer from the heart. Songs and poems. Creative reflections from looking at everything in different ways. Blessed with a healthy dose of self-mockery. Coach. Visit Martine at SofieWeber.com.
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Writer from the heart. Songs and poems. Creative reflections from looking at everything in different ways. Blessed with a healthy dose of self-mockery. Coach. Visit Martine at SofieWeber.com.

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