Back in the fifties, when I was at an impressionable age,
science fiction comic books were all the rage.
Rockets rushing to the stars,
spaceships, landing on Mars.
Wrist communicators, minature TVs,
super pills, to get rid of disease.
Orbiting space stations, and satelites,
airliners, making supersonic flights.
Submersibles, plunging to fantastic depths,
free swimming divers, exploring ancient wrecks.
Man on the moon, driving electric cars,
robots, serving drinks to people in bars.
Jet propelled back packs, allowing man to fly free at last,
computers, doing every conceivable task.
It was fiction then, but now it's mostly true,
so It just goes to show, what mans imagination can do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem