When the Epoch arrives

A small life yet very ripe.

Some goof-ups and some pride.

Some decisions gone awry and,

Some flukes went merry.

Wondering the bewilderment,

The hopes and the suddenness,

Need and the truth,

The love and the hatred.

Give me a chance oh God!

To interpret the abstract,

To feel the untouched,

And see the hidden.

One fine day when I die,

And the epoch arrives,

Let me watch my life,

With my own eyes.