Isn’t it odd? The things that wereOnce viewed peculiar Are now accepted as normal. Once solemn and prim Like the words of a hymn Spoken now as obtuse and informal.
What was in is now out, What was then is no more, Every whimsey and trend Quickly kicked out the door When a new frill or angle Is dangled on string. And every new-fangled contraption is king Til the gloss loses luster And new starts to fade, Then everyone seeks out A fresh escapade.
Oh, fickle and feckless These humans must be To ornate their days With such trite filigree When matters of import Grow tattered with age, Then find their delight Seeking out the new rage.
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Published on July 14, 2020 02:40