Ninety-Five Years

© Stephen Savitzky. Creative Commons by-nc-sa License Some Rights Reserved. .

The world was a very different place
Ninety-five years ago.
Humans had never been out to space.
Ninety-five years ago.
No atomic bomb, no machines that think
And books were all made out of paper and ink.
Ninety-five years ago.
The world was still a different place
Sixty-five years ago.
Science fiction writers dreamed of space.
Sixty-five years ago.
The atomic bomb was a thing to fear
But your second son was born that year
Sixty-five years ago.
        Wikipedia, Google, and eBooks, too
        (Librarians still have a lot to do.)
        We have pocket phones, internet, bots on Mars;
        Hey, whatever happened to flying cars?
        Who would have thought that we'd come so far
        In the last dozen years or so...
        Things might get better, they might get worse
        There's a lot to learn about the universe
        But we'll muddle through somehow
        Who knows what changes might come along
        Before my great grand-kids try singing this song
        Ninety five years from now.

    Repeat first verse

Written for my Mom's 95th birthday party.
Automatically generated with flktran from ../Lyrics/ninety5.flk.