Mini The Poet

What my life would be in 2050?
Not a bird would awake me
nor the hustle of a tree
black was all I could see.
This is 2050

Everyone can agree
that not even a lee
would give us glee
in 2050.

Oh, how our life used to be
before 2050:
we could sky and be free
that was not 2050.

Now you ask
what we can do
to tick this task
well, its too late now

for it is 2050
and our fate is upon us
but if it was 2020
and we had tried
we might have survived.

Mini Vagando

Londinium, Enero 2020

Para nuestra sección de poemoterapia, incluyo hoy todo el poema que anoté hace un par de divagues. La autora es una joven poeta local, cuyos versos han sido seleccionados por su profe de literatura, tanto por contenido como por declamación (lástima que no sé insertar un audio casero en este maldito blogger). El viernes se lo tendrán que recitar a "un poeta famoso", un tal Mr Gee. 

Del que Mini no había oído nunca nada antes, em asegura. 

Will Mr Gee
give us glee
in 2050?