Poetry of the future

Hello

here is a short note from your grandson

the first born of your unborn daughter

you might be curious about flying cars  

or rampant diseases in my time;  well,  we have both

you probably have questions about meteors that hit Earth or 

melting glaciers,  both exist and we lived through both 

your daughter becomes a doctor and marries a very rational engineer

they have the most illogical son possible:  a poet 

^{The social revolution...cannot draw its poetry from the past, but only from the future.}

^{Karl Marx}