The Future
by Joan Estelle High
©2003
I sat my self down with a crystal ball.
To see just what would come to me.
I polished it swiftly with a velvet cloth.
Until the ball was shiny as it could be.
I looked deep within via a secret door.
Into the web that holds time in place.
Now the year was twenty one and four.
I had traveled through both time and space.
I stood all alone on a tall mountain peak.
All around me was the but endless sea.
California was not found there anymore.
At least where it had once use to be.
I saw across a great level flat plain.
To a tall glass enclosed doomed city.
It was spotless clean and looked brand new.
Gardens every where made it look pretty.
The people there looked slim and healthy.
Not a fat or ugly being did I chance to see.
Because all their genes were corrected ,
long before they were born, genetically.
Aids and Cancer were long ago conquered.
Even the children born blind could now see.
Doctors had learned to regenerate a limb.
Everyone's medical care was completely free.
There was no such thing as a multi-millionaire.
But then nobody ever goes hungry any more.
This day every person has his own special job.
Trained to work that they were best suited for.
Now people presented a green card to buy.
Printed paper money is but a thing long past.
Now every body presents a plastic debit card.
And the governments' budget is balance at last.