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.
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