A Ways To Go

We have come so far, yet have such a long ways to go.
We have filled endless books, and yet so much we do not know.
We laid at night as kids, grew up to drink together in bars –
All along thinking of the end of plagues, and of flying cars,
Of pneumatic tubes, of automatic doors,
Of instant worldwide laughs, and of the end of wars.
Some of these things we have – others not so much;
Give it time – there is nothing quite like man’s touch.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *