A Hundred Years In My Hand

A Hundred Years in My Hand

By Brett Watchorn

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Today I woke up heavy and fell right out of bed

A question percolating, brewing in my head

I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and looked into the mirror

Knowing that I haven't done my best to keep my figure

I'm here today, alive and kicking, but I may be gone tomorrow

I want to leave a legacy, beyond my mortal marrow

Maybe in the grand design I'm a tiny speck of sand

But what would it be like

To hold a hundred years in my hand?

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I went to see a wise man and shared with him my question

In his eyes it seemed he knew I was waiting for some action

He smiled at me, grabbed his keys and took me to his yard

I wondered why he brought me there, but I didn't think too hard

He looked around his garden and picked me off a seed

"Now you're holding in your hand at least a hundred years

All you need to do now is find a place to plant her

And some day soon, maybe years from now

I know you'll find your answer"

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So I went and found a quiet place that I thought could use a tree

Dreaming up tree forts and picnics, that only the mind could see

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I dug a little hole and said a little prayer

That one day the birds would have a chance leave the air

Make their nests in the branches for when the sun has sunk

I pray that my children would carve their names in the trunk

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As I said, "Amen", I dropped down to my knees

And planted in the hole the tiny seed

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After one year, the tree was at my waist

After five, I realised it never thought to haste

There's no rush when you're a tree

At least that's how it seems

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It was many years later, after hundreds of picnics at our fort

I remembered that this all came from a persistent little thought

I couldn't help myself, I sighed with great relief

Knowing deep inside me was a resonant belief

As I watched the children climbing, laughing, playing in our tree

I've been involved in something great, an enduring legacy

When I feel like I am just a tiny speck of sand

I know how it feels

To hold a hundred years in my hand

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Copyright 2020 Brett Watchorn

bravemusicaustralia.com.au

@bwatchornmusic

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~ Do today well ~