A Time-Travellers Confession
by cricketjeff on August 2, 2020. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Yesterday I’ll write a verse that’s almost sure to win,
Tomorrow it was ranked amongst the best;
Today’s a strange conundrum It may end but not begin,
Time travel sees all calendars are messed.
I went to bed one evening and I dreamt a new device,
I woke and started building right away.
With silver cogs and flywheels with a pair of piebald mice
And half a hundredweight of new mown hay.
Before my work was finished it had almost disappeared
It reappeared completed and well worn.
There sitting in the cockpit was a vision I had feared
A well dressed me, full bearded but close shorn.
I gave myself a message then I vanished in a flash –
A list of stocks to purchase and hold tight.
Another me, still smarter, with a dozen bags of cash,
Said “Now it’s up to you to get things right.”
I could have used my marvel to improve our broken Earth,
To guarantee humanity will thrive.
But long ago I found out doing good has little worth –
Instead I’m now the richest man alive!
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