Looking back and forth

Why have I started looking back lately,
when I was always used to look to the future?
Is it, because my attempts were so blatantly
fruitless? Or because almost all that felt certain
seems to fall apart without possible suture?

Not just my house, where things are well aged,
not just the plaster around the chimneys on my roof,
the global political house seems crumbling, too,
whilst booming digital technology, control and confusion
runs quickly ahead – me not keeping up with its pace.

Is there a place left for me in the future
that I still face? Looking ahead of my time I start
to feel lucky not being one of the younger parts
in this looming human race.

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