This is a poem for the human race not the reincarnation of an individual. I felt that we should stand back and get some objectivity. We have the chance to be great. We are falling short.
Perhaps if we reflect as a global race we can decide to start again and put it right.
I told you I’m an idealist!
FROM A DISTANCE
Before we die we must make a tryst
To meet where the sun always sets
To stare out into the embers
Reflecting the ‘has beens’, ‘could be’s’ and ‘yets’
To stand at the edge of the universe
And survey all that we have done
The dreams that we have forgotten
And the ideals that made us all one
The beauty of our vision
Will scorch us to our soul
And dance upon our tiny lives
To the beat of Rock ‘n’ Roll
Only then may we be reborn
Or fade into the meaningless dross
Of the galaxies in collision
And all the meaning we have lost
We may yet dance to the cosmic roar
And challenge the molecular storm
For arrogance we have in plenty
But for wisdom we must be reborn