Now--And Then

A thousand years from now, how will this earth Conduct itself? Will there be wars, and men Inventing things? Or will there be a dearth Of ideas (such as we feel, now and then?) Nobody knows. We can surmise, perchance-- But glancing that far oft is quite some glance!

A thousand years from now--in Time's swift flight-- The aeroplane itself may be passe, And transportation on a beam of light The natural and the ordinary way. Men may have bodies made of metals cold To match the hearts and brains those bodies hold!

A thousand years from now--why should we care What Science then brings forth--we won't be here To worry over things or to compare The present with our past--won't that be queer? But men, as now, will hope (as we have done) That each new year will be a better one!