One-Hundred Years From Now — Primitive Poetry (Reblog)

One-Hundred years from now, what will I be?Hopefully remembered in grand-child’s strong memory.Two-Hundred years from now, things are different.I am a faint picture on the wall, whose quality they resent.Three-Hundred years from now, the picture off the wall.Forgotten and laid to rest, yet do you know the beauty of this all?For this inglorious succession to […]

One-Hundred Years From Now — Primitive Poetry

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