Ramblings on Turning 55

What will survive from this present time?

Will poets continue to write

Long into the night?

Or will rhyme of the human kind

Be replaced by robots who trot out rhymes

Of indifferent kinds.

 

Rhyme of the human kind will survive

And continue to thrive.

While for better or worse

Robots will write verse.

But who owns what a robot writes?

 

The red pillar box will go, although

A few will remain to show

That there was mail long before email.

 

The world will move ever faster.

I hope eccentricity will ...