As I pen this I stand in the unknown
Of whether in this world I'm alone
Or maybe there's a clone
A clone to whom I'm unknown
A clone like me, all -grown
Why I say this you may ask
Well, that I don't know...
But nine years ago,
Along the Eastern Shore,
I met a strange old Crow
Who said she had seen me the day before
Along the Eastern Shore
But Lo and Behold!
I had never been to the Eastern Shore before!
'Come on Crow, tell me more! '
'Follow me and you I will show...'
And so I followed the Crow
Along the Eastern Shore
And Lo and Behold!
I met one of my own, all -grown!
His name was John
From Sierra Leone
He resembled me down to the bone
And that to me, was quite a blow
But ladies and gentlemen
The ending to this, unfortunately, I don't know
For up to date it still stands unknown
Of who between me and John
Was the clone...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
😄Amazing! And very real... Sometimes I, too, wonder if we'll one day have clones or conscious AI's that are our exact replicas. Or whether I'll ever meet my doppelgänger... Only time will tell. 🤔