Lowered Sights Poem by Mary Champion

The Human Race once strove to achieve
Immortality…
Perfect wisdom…
The ability to fly…
A foot-hold in space.

We stretched our vision to encompass
The furthest galaxies
And the smallest particles of matter.
We pondered the meaning and the nature of time.
We analysed our soul
And sought a purpose.
Our longing for perfection
Produced great works of art
And glorious music.
We dreamed of eternal love

How are the mighty fallen?
We play Trivial Pursuit ….