Whatever happened to what used to be
When we were younger, reckless, bold and free?
Iambic pentameter ruled the page
Shakespeare, Byron and Keats were all the rage
Classics were classical, outlaws had rules
Politicians were respectable fools

On to new centuries, old left behind
More than time changes so what do we find?
So rapid the speeds we can't comprehend
We'll never catch up, we'll lose in the end
Technology sits, a servant in charge
We're slaves to our fate, the writing's writ large

Unless there's a change and soon and for good
We'll be runners-up in this neighborhood
Go back to the pace of old while we can
and maybe we'll save the dominant man
Slow down, take your time, there's plenty to see
And maybe we'll find the right place to be.

tags: poetry  

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