When scientists have analysed you and me,
To the nth degree,
And found that there is nothing ethereal
And we are merely
Genetic material,
What will be
Left of you and me
Save for genes
And mechanical dreams?
When scientists have analysed you and me,
To the nth degree,
And found that there is nothing ethereal
And we are merely
Genetic material,
What will be
Left of you and me
Save for genes
And mechanical dreams?
Our poetry 😊
You are right, Elizabeth! All the very best to you – Kevin
Loved your poem, I found your link on The Mother’s Day Party on Janice’s Mostly Blogging. Hope you have time to visit http://themarthareview.com/moms-memory-garden/ I tweeted your post and following you!
Many thanks for liking my poem, sharing it and, of course for the follow. I very much appreciate it. I shall check out your blog. Best wishes – Kevin