Poetry, After an endless staircase…

What if you were walking randomly

And bumped into something  you had never seen before.

It would be a staircase, going round and round

And all you could see was stairs, more and more.


You would curiously climb up

Unsure of what to do.

And when you reach the end

You would find the future YOU.


She/he wouldn’t worry you

For what not so pleasant memories the future brings.

Future YOU would say

None of those things.


You’ll get to know

All the good news.

Maybe even show you

The current trendy shoes.


And then you’ll march

Happily down.

Definitely without

No frown!



Seeing future me? That would be awesome!


Thanks for reading! 🙂


Writing Penguin.

🙂 🙂 🙂




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