One Thousand Years

One Thousand Years

When I was twenty

I thought of when I was fifteen

I thought of how juvenile I was

When I was thirty

I thought of when I twenty

I thought of how immature I was

When I was forty

I thought of when I was thirty

I thought of how much I’ve changed

When I was fifty

I thought-

IF I could live one thousand years

What would I think of myself now?