Perish the Thought My Friend

That day will never come in the end

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Will humans be able to fly,
To go up into the clear blue sky?
Perhaps humans will evolve and grow wings,
We are after all capable of a number of things.
Perish the thought my dear friend,
That day will never come in the end.

Will we be able to make gold from lead,
Like the Alchemists did, who are now dead?
There may come a time in the distant future,
When gold will be created as scientists persevere.
Perish that golden thought my foolish friend,
That day will never come in the end.

Will humans live forever like immortals,
To see generations of the future bend their wills.
Maybe the time will come when machines will create,
Potions of immortality so humans can celebrate.
Perish the thought my wise and ignorant friend,
That day will never come in the end.

Will humans travel through time and see,
The past, the future and what lies in eternity?
Perhaps a scientist a Time machine will devise,
One that makes us time travellers and history wise.
Perish that thought my dear and gullible friend,
That day will never come in the end.

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