A thousand years ago
I believed in forevermore
Where one thought not of endings
Or aught farewells ever before
A hundred years ago
Still the world was sweet
Vast, wide, a playground
Never did bleakness meet
A century ago
A child no longer small
Whence came the crippling things
That force me still to crawl?
A century from now
Will I yet be crawling
Tied together, my steps
Will shields withstand mauling
A hundred years later
If rosy it no longer be
Whence has it changed
What doth yon innocent see?
A thousand years hence
Will I be yet alive
Gone, or living
In spirit or in life?
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