In a thousand years when possessions are dust
and a thousand more when metal is powdered rust
when the past lays bare with scattered mystery
days remembered long ago as ancient history
Our lives forgotten, devoured into earth's crust
I think a thousand years is called an eon: P this is a great poem! Thoroughly enjoyed reading it. _Wu
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A thousand years later man will not live as such Stephen Hawkins says, ' We have to quit the earth at the earliest', But a poem has to hopefully survive.... What to do?