Nineteen Seventy-Five

No one knew in ages past, that we'd be now alive,
Nor did they wonder at our fate, in nineteen seventy-five.
No one knew that we would study arts for breathin',
Or if perchance an unlearned clan would claim us each as heathen.

No one knew about our caste, if beggars we would be,
Or if among the richly clad, we'd find our destiny.
No one knew if strength would reign, or if we'd stoop to sin,
If in our search to conquer heights, we'd go where the valiant win.

No one knew what the future would hold, what precepts would be best,
No one knew of moral decay, and if we could stand the test.
No one knew with passing time, and upon this earthly sod,
When each would be called to take a turn, and make our way to God.


E.P. 1908 - 1989

Leslie Hunter Miller in 1970