Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.
A century’s breath upon my skin,
etched with stories deep within.
Wrinkles whisper, silver sings,
of laughter, loss, and love’s bright wings.
Did I touch hearts, did I ignite,
the spark in souls to see their light?
Did I remind inquisitive minds,
how precious life is, how to make destiny unwind?
The hands that lifted, the words that healed,
did they sow hope in hearts concealed?
Did kindness bloom where pain once grew,
and show the world life’s golden hue?
Oh, wise one with time’s embrace,
did I walk this path with grace?
Did I serve, inspire, and guide,
with love unshaken, arms stretched wide?
If ever silence calls you near,
remember me, still young and clear.
For in your heart, I softly stay,
a voice unaged, a breath away.
With love from me, still free, still wild,
your dreaming, daring, giving child.
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