If I were Professor Sanborn I would be glad to be born And would wonder what I meant (Whether to hell or heaven sent) And whether I would be greater A hundred years plus later.
My intuition is that intelligence May be deep but is also dense, It says make only a passing bow To life, live in the here and now, Don't think about eternity, Give up ideas of immortality.
Teach the young to stop yearning For flesh and keep their minds on learning, Teach them to think and dream of Achievement more stable than young love, Let them live fully with good looks In a house I gave them dedicated to books.
It may be a hundred plus years later, I may be no worse, nor any greater, It is a long way to eternity, As dubious as is immortality, I was once free, now you be free, I toast you now, now you toast me.