In a thousand years from now
will things be just the same,
when they’ve changed so much in a hundred?
And, would we be able to claim
knowledge of a place
where we thundered in youth
and withered in age,
when the world spins ever quicker,
just to reach a final stage?
We walk these streets
as those before,
and look out to sea
from that same shore;
but, tomorrow is another day,
what happens then…
well, who can say?
Graeme Sandford 