The Time To Come

The future There are moments when I wake up at night and think of my death. I know I will be instantly forgotten like the great journalist Christopher Dickens who died suddenly in Paris. His friends will miss him but they too will talk less about him as time goes by I think it must be like this to be forgotten as new people inherit the world often for the wrong reason. This new time frightens me although I shall not be there and see it. My hope had been for a friendly world, but it looks like worse is to come and I see before a spent globe hurtling through space.