In 100 Years, a pantoum
A hundred years from now
Will be no different from today.
Technology will be more advanced,
But the people will be the same.
“Will be no different from today?
You must be joking,” people say.
“But the people will be the same.
Same birth, same strife, same death,” I reply.
“You must be joking,” people say.
“Technology will be more advanced.”
“Same birth, same strife, same death,” I reply.
A hundred years from now.
I love the repetition in the poem, signifying that despite technology and time, we will be the same- death and birth and strife.