Traces Of Humans In 2050 ~ Poem by Sheeya Hacks
Traces Of Humans In 2050 ~
In the year of twenty-fifty,
let's explore a funny ditty.
a tale of humans and their traces,
In a world of futuristic graces.
Oh, the humans of the past,
built skyscrapers, structures vast,
but in two-thousand fifty's charm,
those towers look quite out of form.
With flying cars zooming overhead,
roads are empty, no traffic dread,
no honking horns or raging tempers,
just peaceful skies and calm endeavors.
Gone are the days of crowded streets,
where people rushed with hurried beats,
now robots roam, in perfect time,
running errands at the drop of a dime.
And the traces of humans we can see,
are a sight that fills us with much glee,
for in museums, shiny and bright,
we'll find old cell phones, a comical sight.
Curators will chuckle, people will jest,
as they see how our phones were once the best,
'Can you believe they used these things?
no wonder they always had bee stings! '
The last remaining pizza joint,
A relic of the past, a tasty point,
with cardboard cutouts and souvenirs,
people flock, shedding nostalgic tears.
Gone too are the grocery aisles,
replaced with virtual shops, filled with smiles,
just blink your eyes and food appears,
No longer a chore, but a realm of cheers.
But fear not, for humans won't be erased,
their essence lingers, not to be replaced.
In laughter shared and stories told,
Love and kindness, never growing old.
This stanza has barely outdone the others to be named my favorite stanza: 'The last remaining pizza joint, A relic of the past, a tasty point, with cardboard cutouts and souvenirs, people flock, shedding nostalgic tears.'
Despite my reservations about your use of 'bee stings' and 'tasty point', (in your quest for rhyming lines) (which I also do) , I've enjoyed your 'wild imagination' [ perhaps not really so wild ] and story telling very much. ***** 5 stars!
SO, I GUESS 'humans' will still be around in 2050, changed do doubt, but still causing trouble probably, as well as...'laughter shared and stories told, Love and kindness, never growing old.'
'essence ĕs′əns noun The intrinsic or indispensable quality or qualities that serve to characterize or identify something. The inherent, unchanging nature of a thing or class of things. The most important part or aspect of something.' OK.
If only I could 'blink' my eyes and....ice cream woulf appear! ! ! Yes, IF I could do THAT.....I might become as large as a house, a duplex. : ) bri
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I would like to translate this poem
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7/18/2025 10:12:19 PM # 1.0.0
Sheeya, rereading a comment you left on one of my poems, I REMEMBERED YOU and that I hadn't read one of yours in quite a while. I laughed at: 'just blink your eyes and food appears, No longer a chore, but a realm of cheers.' bri