Ninety-Five Years

© Stephen Savitzky. CC-by-nc-sa.

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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.