What Will Life Be Like? Poem by Angela Wybrow

What will our lives be like in years to come?
Will they have biodegradable chewing gum?
Will there be everlasting food on our shelves?
Will buses, cars, and trains all drive themselves?

Will we still be buying our goods from the shops?
Will they ever invent easy to open bottle tops?
Will we travel around at the speed of sound?
Will our monetary system still use the pound?

Of our lives now, will there still be a small trace?
Will they offer package holidays to Outer Space?
Will there still be books made of paper for us to read?
Will the World ever rid itself of all violence and greed?

Will letters no longer drop through our letterbox?
Will we no longer need our calendars and clocks?
Will they no longer print newspapers every day?
Will we no longer have signposts showing the way?

Will we no longer eat food using a knife and fork?
Will more surveillance cameras watch us like hawks?
Will we no longer listen to our music on a CD?
Will pathways, as well as roads, start charging a fee?

Will they ever replace tablets to cure all our ills?
Will shops ever run entirely on self-scan tills?
Will the World ever unite together as one?
What will our lives be like in years to come?