What on earth will the future hold
Thirty years on from now
What progress will be made?
What will then be allowed?
What potential will be realised?
What thoughts will be had?
Will they be better and good?
Or have gone off and be bad?
Will we have moved on or perhaps
Will we have reverted because
The growth in the past
Has taken the buzz
Out of all that we have now
In this techno-age?
Will our evolvement of late
Have confined us in a cage?
In a cage where we’re unable;
Unable to do
Unable to speak even eat
What will then be in view?
For there’s part of me thinking
That thirty years on we’ll see
A backward step from where we’re now
With less capacity
Less means to continue
At the pace we have set
Or maybe the robots
Will be the ones to go get
In a manifested existence
Where all reason and rhyme
Will be lost to a greater
Intelligence than mine?
Will there even be water?
Fresh water for all?
Will there be a climate left
With spring, summer, and fall
And winter; the seasons –
Will they still exist
Or will the world be so bruised
From all of these twists
For thirty years on from now
In the year twenty forty five
What will it mean to us folks
To our existence; our lives
If dots, code and digits
In a world white and black
Are all that is left
When the future looks back!
So it seems ‘now‘ is but just a hoax
An illusion from the past
A perception always out of date
That simply can’t be classed
As present in the moment
For here’s the very twist
That now is then and then’s not now
So now doesn’t exist!
To follow in the footsteps
In the feet of those from old
Tradition steeped in history
Well trodden boards behold
Cementing in the future
Successes of the past
To bring about a sense of pride
Identities to last
Stability in what has gone
Pre-empting rhythm’s rhyme
Transmission of the old to new
Through passages of time
Oh feel the kiss of a seductive past
Nostalgic anchor of my very soul
The memories secure to always last
Emotive power that pulls and does console
The glue that binds the whole thing together
That gives and upholds life with true meaning
With endurance of the self forever
In nostalgia, sentiment convening
Yet still to sail the seas from here to there
The past; the pavement of a future way
The course to navigate with grace and care
Save maudlin heart and flowers across the bay
For still nostalgia beckons hearts of all
Like roots of oak tree that grows straight and tall
Nostalgia: (Photo credit: Jody Art)
Bright morning sun, emitting rays of warmth
Warmth through space that has gone before
Luminous stars, radiating light
Light from years gone by in cosmic antiquity
Cumulous clouds, condensing droplets of vapour
Vapour from streams and rivers of yesterday
Crystal clear tides lapping in waves of water
Water from the ocean’s basin set before
Clear memories, calling to mind experiences
Experiences paving awareness from the past
Ancestral genes, expressing pathways of inheritance
Inheritance journeying from lives once lived
Eternal legacies, leaving their enduring imprint
Imprints to last from then until now and beyond
Messengers of time, from yesterday to today
Today and now and onwards towards tomorrow
Flickr today (Photo credit: @Doug88888)
There’s a place called admin mountain
A heap of paperwork
All piled so high with all the stuff
From which we like to shirk
Brown envelopes with invoices
Memorandums listing jobs
Letters that require attention
To cause convulsive sobs
Bills, demands and statements that will
Drain down the money bank
Reports, research and info that
Bustles in the ranks
Paper piled high to get sorted
In time for the deadline
Oh the joys of admin mountain
Let it wait! Now where’s the wine!
Mounting bills Project 365(2) Day 142 (Photo credit: Keith Williamson)