One hundred years from now
It will not matter
What kind of car I drove,
What kind of house I lived in,
How much I had in my bank
Nor what my clothes looked like.
One hundred years from now
It will not matter
What kind of school I attended,
What kind of typewriter I used,
How large or small my church,
But the world may be ...
a little better because...
I was important in the life of a child.
Source: Forest
Witcraft,
"Within My Power", Scouting, October 1950, p. 2
(We'd like to thank Roy C. Smalley for helping us track down the source of this
poem)