In A Hundred Years From Now

In a century from now to me it will not matter my bones will be in decay Then none will remember and none of me will say That fellow was a loser of the judgemental I'll be free There does come a time when everyone is lost to memory To the deadly scythe of the reaper all life forms must fall What's known as the life's journey must end for us all We are like motor engines we rust out with time's wear Those who live for a century to say the least are rare In a century from now I will be long forgotten My bones will be white with decay my flesh will be long rotten The Human World will have changed by then perhaps a more enlightened generation Of leaders will live in every Land and bring peace to every Nation I will be long forgotten by then even by Big Brother's judges And none will mention me in praise and against me hold any grudges.