It is said the past reveals the future
And that history repeats itself.
Do you think that this rash and tired venture
Still holds the promise of direction for self?
Does the world follow the same rules and schemes?
Or has the quick techno/change-o internet
Given us new ideas, goals, and dreams?
We may be seeking a new fulfillment.
Each generation believed they were destined
To be drastically different than their ancestors.
The cycle continued and challenges festered
And many became capitalists and investors.
Now a new modern age is upon us
With computers, insta-gram, and artificial intelligence.
Where will we end up in the hurry and rush
To find the next quick, robotic advancement?
Somehow it seems we’ve taken an unique turn
That will no longer connect us to what we have learned
From the past, our parents, the earth’s history.
Maybe we can no longer envision futuristic imagery.
Good, bad, sad, exciting?
Who knows?
Let’s hope it’s inviting
And not the doom that some would show.
The future is unknown, uncertain…
It will be based on technology in the Universe.
Where do we fit in?
When will it begin?
It’s already set in motion … done!
The future has already begun!
A poem by Deborah A. Bowman
BowmanAuthor and Writer/Editor 
Where do we go? Beautiful lines that leaves me to ponder.
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I hope you can ponder a beautiful world into existence.
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If in our great rush to discover/create the next big thing we remember to reduce the huge footprints of waste we leave behind then perhaps we have a chance for survival. But some are not too concerned with doing their part (recycling, reducing waste, conserving energy and water etc) and that concerns me. They feel it’s not their problem that the next generation would take care of their mess. How unfair, but alas, it is the way it is.
I’m thoroughly fascinated with living an off grid life bit need to do more research. The thought of growing my own food and living a self-sustained life is something I’d love to do one day.
Great poem!
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I think we all have similar concerns about the future. I live in a very highly populated area and the crime, waste, and fear I see everyday disturbs me. I’m sure you noticed my poem was more optimistic. We live in an older neighborhood and that is our saving grace, but my mother and brothers are somewhat off the grid in West Virginia, and I know my way home. Blessings, Deborah
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Optimism is a great too l to have it helps us see the beauty amid the chaos. Blessings to you also. -A-
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Thank you. We have to change the world!
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agreed 🙂
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A lot to think about in this wonderful poem Deb. There will always be a next best thing, but will it always be better? 🙂
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That, my dear Twin, in all seriousness is my greatest fear, but I had to have a happy ending this time.
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Yes, I did notice that! 🙂
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This posting is stuck at the top of my page, I’ve posted a couple after, but this poem stays put. The Universe is doing quirky things!
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