Shall we toast to the future?

When we die, another generation shall come,
They shall dig up our bones and call us homo sapiens and homo habilis,
They shall call themselves hom technis and homo civilis
They shall forget that we piled houses one upon the other
They shall forget that we, even we built cities,
O great urban designers,
They shall not remember that the first man was a taxonomist who named the leviathan and the behemoth,
How they shall forget that we harbored knowledge more precious that gold,
That we, whose skulls to them were undeveloped were vessels with wisdom of old,
That we were the species of might renowned,
They shall not remember, their fathers or ancestry,
They forget us, primates of age evolutionary,
They shall refute faith and the believe that we existed like them,
Like us they shall contend and foolishly erase wisdom from the planet,
And so the human race mark times,
Refusing to move forward, because they are home,
We stand at our parties with glasses of champagne,
When what we take is cheap intoxicating liqour,
To ours and our very offspring' s future,
Shall we make a toast to the future?