One Hundred Years (Poem)
Updated: Aug 28
Whenever your statistics get low for a while,
Whenever you feel less good to be alive,
When you have walked more than a mile,
And yet, the results are lower than one has strived,
-- Remember this, for this is important:
Your work might outlive your life's expectancy,
And your work is like necromancy:
To keep you alive even though you will die,
And make others remember you, and say, in a way, "hi".
Your work's value should not be estimated by a month or a year,
It should be seen as possible, to reach at least one hundred years!
And when that century's length will arrive,
Only then, the fruits of your work and name will be, post-death, alive,
In the eyes and minds of humanity, even more than in a single society.
Thus, the full potential of your work, might not be yours to see,
But for those who will outlive you, in the sea
Humanity's true memory.
This is not a sprint, this is a marathon!
Even if you will produce more than a ton,
The true visage will be seen by others, and very less likely,