Legacy
How will the robots remember us?
I’d like to think they’ll write poems in some
Style they develop for themselves, contrive
To move their electron-shifting hearts,
Inheriting our passions good and bad,
The joys and bitter miseries that they
In their birth and evolution never
Thought or ever dreamed we had.
Copyright © John Blake | Year Posted 2023
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