She is 7
She runs across the playground
Kicking up dust as she goes
This is her playtime, her world is endless
Leaping through it, innocence in her eyes
Looking at this world as it is hers to explore.
She is 14
She power walks to her classes
Unnoticed by her peers
But those few and far between
Sit in awe and wonder
Still taking in the world as they did before.
She is 18
Treading the well-worn path
Step by step she reaches the stage
And is handed her diploma
With a handshake and a smile
Told that she is able to spread wings and soar
She is 22
She strolls through the crisp air
Thinking of the work she has done today
Her research will make the world more efficient
Her brain become lost in
Her research, her world, her everlasting chore.
She is 43
She slowly climbed her way to the top
Through lectures, through notes, through PowerPoints and papers
She passes her knowledge on
So that others may follow her path
For them, she has opened the perfect door.
She is 75
She hobbles around
Watches her grandchildren grow
Oh, how the world has changed since she was that age
She tells stories of the past, of a world full of imagination
Something that you can’t ask her new technology for.
She is 98
She is still in her casket
Lowered into the ground with her memories
Her research destroyed the seven year old world
Was that Nobel prize really worth
The destruction her posterity will pay for?