Wednesday,
April 6th,
2061.
But that seems like a ways away.
34 years,
10 months,
And 23 days.
And maybe that day,
Ill be in my rocking chair on my porch,
Watching the neighborhood kids play.
And my kids will come home,
From their busy jobs,
And we’ll have a nice dinner.
And we’ll be a happy family.
Or maybe I’ll be alone,
In my tiny apartment,
With my wonderful tabby cat,
And I’ll name her a very unique name.
And we’ll be happy,
On my rocking chair,
Looking out the window.
Or maybe I’ll have a husband,
But no kids,
But we’ll hold each other,
Through the weather we live.
But today was a great day,
So we went out,
And slept under the stars.
And we’ll come back home,
And watched some TV,
On my rocking chair.
And maybe in another,
I’ll be in my chair,
With my children all round,
With my cat,
And my wonderful husband,
As I drift off,
On my swinging rocking chair.
So even though the world might change,
And cars may fly,
And maybe trees have reached the moon,
And languages have shifted,
I will only have one true dream.
To just relax,
On my old rocking chair.
12746 days from today
-Immi
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 1:45 PM UTC
Wednesday,
April 6th,
2061.
But that seems like a ways away.
34 years,
10 months,
And 23 days.
And maybe that day,
Ill be in my rocking chair on my porch,
Watching the neighborhood kids play.
And my kids will come home,
From their busy jobs,
And we’ll have a nice dinner.
And we’ll be a happy family.
Or maybe I’ll be alone,
In my tiny apartment,
With my wonderful tabby cat,
And I’ll name her a very unique name.
And we’ll be happy,
On my rocking chair,
Looking out the window.
Or maybe I’ll have a husband,
But no kids,
But we’ll hold each other,
Through the weather we live.
But today was a great day,
So we went out,
And slept under the stars.
And we’ll come back home,
And watched some TV,
On my rocking chair.
And maybe in another,
I’ll be in my chair,
With my children all round,
With my cat,
And my wonderful husband,
As I drift off,
On my swinging rocking chair.
So even though the world might change,
And cars may fly,
And maybe trees have reached the moon,
And languages have shifted,
I will only have one true dream.
To just relax,
On my old rocking chair.
12746 days from today
-Immi
Look forward to the comforts of life, maybe that’s how to be happy.
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