<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=567754" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>One Hundred Years From Now</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One hundred years from now when I am long gone<br>And there is not one mention of my name<br>Life it will carry on as it has always<br>And people will enjoy their weekend game</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of golf or tennis, bowls, football or cricket<br>Or whatever work free leisure they enjoy<br>And birds will sing on bush and tree and hedgerow<br>And lark to sing up to the clouds will fly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One hundred years from now when I'm forgotten<br>The migratory waders will fly to the Northern Spring<br>And raise their families by the Artic waters<br>The call of Nature is a marvellous thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One hundred years from now the crimson lory<br>Will lay her eggs in cavity in tree<br>And little blue penguins will nest in their burrows<br>On grassy heights above the southern sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One hundred years from now there will be roses<br>And wildflowers in the Spring will come to bloom<br>And despite the high increase in the human population<br>For Nature's beauty there will still be room.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One hundred years from now you'll have the rich and famous<br>And the forgotten millions living in poverty<br>And there will be wars and rumours of destruction<br>And things won't have changed much in a century.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Duggan">Francis Duggan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=567754" data-title="One Hundred Years From Now de Francis Duggan" data-description="One hundred years from now when I am long gone And there is not one mention of my name Life it will carry on as it has always And people will enjoy their weekend game Of golf or tennis, bowls, football or cricket Or whatever work free leisure the..."></div> </div> </div>

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