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.
Stephen Savitzky
<steve @savitzky.net >
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