The Immortal Verses (Part I)

I

As cars pass by slowly outside

and children play in the street,

with the birds on the rooftop

chirruping, I pick up my pen.

Across how many years will

my reader have to decipher

my foolish hand and juvenile

tat, scribbled by an amateur?

Shall I have a son or daughter

who will try to know me better,

perhaps posthumously, reading

these few immortalizing lines?

And where will humanity have

reached by then, will it have

found a way to detonate itself, or

washed to sea by green revenge?

Will swelling seas have climbed

to such a height that hometowns

are flooded, with all memory of

youthfulness washed away with it?

JRTF

22/10/2013