Nostalgia

Will this world be the same after we are dead? Will the bylanes and kerbs be replaced Dusty pathways by cleaner, wider roads And the poor, homeless ones to alien hordes Will the sun rise and set the same old way On these celibate lands that rain has just wet Will colorful bows pop out of wholesome greens Or will all fade into the polluted brink of our sins Will there still be separate Gods for these men Who believe their Gods made them different Will their prayers still hold gaudy puritanism Or will they kill each other on peaceful reserve Will they laugh and laud like their usual banter Or will times impose a more courteous manner Will there be unreasoned madness and romance Or will these grow unfashionable, get advanced Will they resort to freedom in the clink of shackles Or line their souls against the comfort of fables Will the winds still haul the sails and blow the mills Will the waters rise and ebb, or flood these hills Will the kings fall on knees or fight the titans Will the tales come true or more secrets be spun Will devil consume us or will the angels be killed Will governments do good or will they turn evil Finally, if I come back home, aeons after my death Will I find it's grace and comfort bequeathed Or will it all, just like me, disappear into oblivion Hope the yearning for past remains in times beyond!