"A Hundred Years from Now" by David Shumate (from The Writer's Almanac January 29, 2014)
Please visit the link to read this poem. I don't want to get into any copyright issues...a whole other issue I haven't given enough thought to...have I posted poems I shouldn't have in the past? I'm not sure. Let me know if you see one, but I think they've mostly been oldies...
I love the tone of this poem. The language, the humor, the curiosity. The wistfulness (I don't think the poem is actually very wistful, but it makes me feel that way). I wish I could see how it all turns out too. But it really doesn't matter, does it? It speaks to how much changes in so little time, how we are all gone so quickly, yet I can't help thinking about how the big things don't change at all. Carriages came and went, and so, too, may baseball and opera, but family is family. Grandparents, children. They live and die, but our time together is what makes us human. A hundred years from now, we may be gone, but we will live on in the generations to come.
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