What if in a favorable galaxy
we all died young
and beautiful
and from
unnatural causes.
It is just the way it is.
Bob goes out in a hot balloon crash
Jill goes out on a motorcycle
Monty sky diving
Beatrice goes under a fallen tree
Nobody gets old
all is fresh
and fast, live,
Vibrant, full of sex,
and love and kindness
and urgency!
Who raises the kids?
All live knowing
no more than 30 years
and it's over.
No aging creams needed.
smoke and drink all you want
Don't waste money on sun screen and big floppy hats.
Diet clinics don't exist
Unlimited sugar
no loans
few serious careers
Lots of bike and weed shops
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's an interesting scenario you've created. It sort of reminds me of being forever in the sixties. Great poem! 10+