So this poem has terrible grammar. I think. Well, bear me this one time. I wasn’t grammatically sane when I wrote this.
In the days of future’s past I’d like to see memories last.
All the joy and sorrow in life I’ve passed.
I want to reach a time when I could look back and smile
at decisions made with regrets being few.
Not zero, of course there’ll be a few,
and from those few I have I’ll learn something new.
In the days of future’s past I’d like to see myself in love.
With what is, what could have been, what could never be.
I’d like to think of myself full of imagination and curiosity
–and of course the important things; honesty, integrity, sincerity.
In the days when I look back I’d like to laugh at myself for being a wack.
Every little mistake, typo–humiliating moments that make me me.
But maybe I’ll cry over some stuff too.
All I’ve never done to be the better me I could’ve become.
In the days of reminiscing I hope there won’t be too much wistful thinking.
Of course I’ll always think “what if” but I wish to be content
of all the things my resources I’ve spent,
also for each individual I would have met.
In the days when I am old I want to have led a life so happy
I could put a smile on the people who see me.
Be of use to my pursues and my community,
maybe–just maybe–be subject of pride to my friends and family.
When those days come I guess we shall see
whether or not I’ll continue poetry, what I grew up to be.
For now, it’s enough to live like this for me.