100 Years

The 100 years
of my life
were the 100 years
of my death

The 100 years
of my hope
were the 100 years
short of breath

I saw it all
come and go away
like a flash of light
in my eye

I learnt it all
& I wasted it
in the hands of time
made it to fly

I was loved
and I was hated
to the core of heart
by all and all

I climbed the steps
to reach the top
Just to ease
my own fall

I laughed a lot
And more I cried
I walked a lot
and I rested

GOD gave me luck
and the bad
He had me stopped
thoroughly tested

I passed and failed
But never stopped
Time made me human
and the dog

And now I rest
at the shore
Waiting for him
in the fog

Am happy
or am I sad?
maybe numb
like my soul

The vivid dreams
are at the end
I see that tunnel
and the mole

I dont regret
passing it at last
After all
I was born to die

But is there a train
in that tunnel
to help me once
and pass it by?