We watched the centuries celebrate
The death of the last century
We followed the living flame of love
As the youth again learned
What we sought, as they followed
What we once dreampt
As the generations succumbed
To the delightful wound of progress
Time would not wait
It would only light a fire
That our spirits might strive
For the sweet encounter
With the mystical idea of the future
Not only with debts and grim promises
Of a fabled virtual world-economy
The splendour drove us forward
Hurtling ourselves into the
Speed of change, relearning
How to learn, re-questioning
Things we hadn’t questioned
Since we were young
Degrees became obsolete
Just the profiteering of institutions
Free online universities opened up
We didn’t always know how
To plan for the next century
We seemed primed to live
Day by day, quite exquisitely
In the present, nearly unable
To plan the secrets of our next week.
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Wuji Seshat 
Love in the air! You have wonderful language in introducing a message. I can combine my melodies with your poem.