A Poem by LostSage

time travel

genetics and time
we live here in the future
do you have any idea at all
what your relatives were doing 700 years ago
making sure the kids get fed
putting them safely to bed
we live in our own time
busy busy
our own worries in our head

© 2021 LostSage

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Perhaps they had less to worry about
back then and then again maybe not
there so many pros and cons to each
century..if we were time travelers maybe
we could go back and know for sure to
compare ..ha..nice writeup Jeff

Posted 1 Year Ago

The premise here seems to be that we act according to the way reality presents to us. That's why I dislike presentism, the practice of putting down people of the past for not acting according to our current standards.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

welcome to the future.....do fasten your seatbelt firmly.....good luck ✨😎
Hi Jeff. I'm doing my family tree and it's interesting to see where my family came from, where they ended up and what they had to deal with. Hard times they were so I count myself very lucky with the life I have now. After a health issue, I try to live one day at a time and leave the worrying to those who like to do so.

A beautiful day it is today so I'm happy. Hope you are too.


Posted 1 Year Ago

Many live such mundane lives almost never contemplating such existential thoughts and questions. They live only for their time never taking into account past generations that define them with culture and hereditary traits. What is lost by not looking back is vital towards our future aspirations and societal empathetic virtue. I believe we would have a greater appreciation for one another and the journey it took for us to live in this moment in history. Thank you Jeff for sharing your art with us.

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Added on September 26, 2021
Last Updated on September 26, 2021
Tags: time



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