The Lost Letter

I dreamt I wrote a letter,

To my unborn self,

My future incarnation,

Then I put it upon a shelf,

There, the letter stayed,

All those musty pages,

Just to gather dust,

A letter for the ages,

As with any soul on earth,

I finally passed away,

A slumber for eternity,

To await rebirth another day,

Until after many years had past,

Through so much suffering and pain,

An eternity filled with tears,

The story it seems, is the same,

Born again, into this world,

Of sunshine and of pain,

To learn life's many lessons,

Just to do it all again,

One day by chance I found a letter,

Addressed to "My Future Self",

In an old box of correspondence,

On an antique dealers shelf,

Curiosity got the best of me,

So I enquired about the price,

He said, "Fifty dollars buys the lot."

I said, "Fine, that sounds quite nice."

I took the old box home with me,

And set it on the table,

Then tried to decipher the musty contents,

As best as I was able,

But when I encounters that old letter,

Its envelope browned and brittle,

I had the oddest feeling,

That I recognized it a little,

I opened up the envelope,

Then carefully unfolded the letter,

My fingers started trembling,

But wait, it gets much better,

My heart started to race,

Then my head began to spin,

Because what was most shocking,

Was what I saw therein,

I held in my now trembling hands,

This document so frightening,

Was the shocking realization,

That it was my own handwriting!

(c) BAM