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.
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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
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
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.'