Unbelievable short poem

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All chapters of my life condensed
onto a chip so tiny you’d think
my life was very short indeed
for this last chapter to begin.
So it is, today’s life, so fast
I could not believe the penultimate
chapter had just passed. All that
living, mostly forgotten until
I pulled out each year like
unravelling an old woolen jumper.
How could all those years not
fill a chip so small? My mind not at all
equipped to take that in. What would
transpire when man could move
around the universe at will? I knew
I’d miss that magic, so to life I
yelled, “I want some more time to
see and observe the wonders to come
in this world and beyond.”
I could see all the magic before me
on a chip, that this my last
chapter could not open
or fill up.

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I love writing and reading poems, not so much the classics these days but knew fresh stuff I find that exciting. New styles and new ideas. Some people paint, or write books or do crafts to get the inside out, me I do poetry and read the inside of folk I love to write fun and nature poems the best though.
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Raja Anjana Kothapalli

Unique and refreshing poem! I have enjoyed reading it.

Rob J Mann

We are but a small collection of temporary cells in a vast galaxy of infinity. The fact that our lives can take up such little space on a microchip puts things nicely into perspective. Well observed Johanna.

Akhtar Jawad

During my teen age i couldn’t even think, I would be reading and commenting the poem of Johanna Rideley and that my comment may be read by her within twinkling of an eye. The fantasies of our childhood are facts of our old age. I pray for your health and long life and wish you may see a few more fantasies becoming a fact. Your poem is wonderful.

Darren Scanlon

The wonders, (or not), of our modern age. Life does indeed seem to move ever faster, Johanna and we struggle to keep up with it all.

Nicely done!