In Fifty Years

Poem By Robin Pitt

Fifty years from now
It won't matter
What you looked like
Or what you wore
Or what you had for dinner

Fifty years from now
It won't matter
Where you lived
Or what you drove
Or what color your hair was

Yet fifty years from now
What will matter
Is what you said to hurt someone
When what you thought affected another
Even that look that caused sorrow

So if you worry so much
About how you appear now
Remember that fifty years from now
It won't mean shit

Comments about In Fifty Years

Robin, I love the way you get right to the heart of things. I found this poem a most effective means of delivering an important message. Thank you.
Love the irreverence of this and: 'When what you thought affected another Even that look that caused sorrow...' Very good poem! Rogerx.


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