Today’s poem

AN EYE TO THE FUTURE

I sometimes wish that I possessed A magic telescope To view whate’er the future holds in store. The way we’ll live and all that’s changed Be that for good or ill, In fifty or a hundred years or more. Will I see Utopia, That place where health and wealth And happiness are everyone’s estate? Will I spot ‘Love thy neighbour’ Ensconced in every heart, With no room left for fear or pain or hate? Will I see barren, plundered lands Where every arid shore Is bounded by a stale, polluted sea? With closely guarded sanctuaries For bird and beast and flower, So folk might view the way things used to be? Will I see devastation, caused By scarlet buttons pressed? The legacy of this great human race, Striving for supremacy, No matter what the cost? Is Earth left spinning aimlessly in space?

Tricia Sturgeon, Mundesley, Norfolk.