:: Life in the Future
10 years from now,
I’d like to come home to a husband that holds my hand,
Children that’d run into my arms,
And a house to call home, to come back to everyday.
A house, with a garden, a swing for us to feel the breeze,
Filled with my favourites flowers, roses of every colour.
A library, where the literature would put my mind at ease,
With books, from all my favourite authors.
A job that I’d love going to,
A clinic of my own, perhaps.
The walls would be lined with my pictures and poetry,
And the air filled with recitations of the Quran.
Weekends would be weekends,
When I’d sing the children to sleep,
And read to them the stories of the prophets,
And they’d grow up believing in things, like I did.
Make time for the needy,
To lead, a life of charity,
All in the name of humanity,
Aren’t we all brothers, you and me?
Though life may not always be what you plan it to be,
Keep calm, and put your trust; in He,
Like the Beatles song, “Let it be, let it be”
Te serra serra, what will be, will be.