The Letter I dreamt I wrote a letter, To my unborn self, My future incarnation, Then I put it upon a shelf, There, the letter stayed, All those musty pages, Just to gather dust, A letter for the ages, As with any life on earth, I finally passed away, A slumber for eternity, To be reborn another day, Until after many years had past, Through so much suffering and pain, An eternity filled with tears, The story it seems, is the same, Born again, into this world, Of sunshine and of pain, To learn lifes many lessons, Just to do it all again, One day I happened find a letter, Addressed to My Future Self, In an old box of correspondence, On an antique dealers shelf, Curiosity got the best of me, So I enquired about the price, He said, Fifty dollars buys the lot. I said, Fine, that sounds quite nice. I took the old box home with me, And set it on the table, Then tried to decipher the contents, As best as I was able, But when I came to that letter, The envelope browned and brittle, I had the oddest feeling, That I recognized it a little, I opened up the envelope, Then carefully unfolded the letter, My fingers started trembling, But wait, it gets much better, My heart beat faster, and I got dizzy, Because what was most frightening, Was the shocking realization, That it was my own handwriting!
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 23:08:41 +0000
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