Jacob's Ladder - To The Future Poem by Paul Butters

The generations rumble on,
I know no reason why.
We build our countless tower-blocks,
Reaching to the sky.

Jacob is our newest one.
He's only two years old.
Who knows what things he's going to see?
Great nephew who'll have…great stories to be told.

We saw men land upon The Moon,
For him it will be Mars.
His kids may go much further,
Even to the Stars.

He's such a cheery chappie,
Chapman his mum's maiden name!
I hope he will stay cheerful,
Though Life's a funny old game.

I hope the world gets better,
For him and all his peers.
I'm sure he'll be a pacesetter,
And not too many tears.

So here's to futures bright,
For Jacob and the rest.
May there always be plenty of light,
Let's wish them all the best.