100 years from now

Who are you reading curiously this poem of mine? A hundred years from now? Shall I be able to explore the websites? -Warped through the soul of my cellular device- The faintest touch of a screen bringing happiness The white outer shell A music box A message creator A hundred years from now? Yet for once open the window of your Facebook And from your desk Gaze into the profile of a fan Then, enjoy each poke given Think of status updates That came magically appearing on the wall From some other keyboard of bliss To connect the hearts of the world A hundred years ago; Think of the hot summer day Sand stuck inside the toes And the breeze from the cool oceans -The scent of salt water filling the air- A wave rushing back and forth on the shore With the colorful people walking about A hundred years before your day And think why this early? Her whole body dreading to awaken A student leaving before dawn The frost melting off the window of the Beetle The chilling feeling inside She waits as the Beetle warms One morning a hundred years ago A hundred years from now Who is the new student anxiously awaiting that special day in June? Through the years I send to thee The joyous text from my cellular May it fill your heart with happiness On your summer day, In the world of Facebook In the ocean of your dreams In your college memories- A hundred years from now