A future so changed;
A transition so profound;
Protos of the just-before-the-future's spark
(no, it hasn't happened yet)
with little reason or rhyme
even for the few nostalgic;
museums of our quaint struggles
moth-bubbled: 'WASTED TIME'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I often conjecture about the future-it hasn't happened yet. Why waste too much time worrying about the future? Enjoy the present and also live in the rich fields of the past, I think. Michael Walker.