Posted On: 2021-02-12
This poem might be read by the Cubmaster as the closing for a program or banquet, in which there have been characterizations of various famous Americans.
So we march into the present
And it's always rather pleasant
To speculate on what the years ahead of us will see,
For our words and thoughts and attitudes,
All our novelties and platitudes,
Will be Rather Ancient History in the 21st century
Will they find us wise - or silly?
Looking backward, willy-nilly,
At our queer old-fashioned costumes and our quaint old-fashioned ways?
When our doings face the ages,
Printed down on textbook pages,
Will they cry, "That savage Era"? Will, they sigh "Those were the days!"?
I don't know - you may be wiser.
Time's a curious capsizer
Of a lot of reputations that seemed certain to endure,
While he'll sometimes make his heroes
Out of people, once thought zeros,
For the most well-grounded reasons, by the solemnly cocksure.
So instead of prophesying
(Which is fun, but rather trying)
Who they'll pick to be our great ones when the books are on the shelves,
Here's the marching panorama
Of our past and present drama
- And we shan't know all the answers till we're history, ourselves.
- Rosemary & Stephen Vincent Benet