One time at ninety

The old ways will change
the old days disappear
and those who were
will be gone.
Looking forward to
a world full of new?
not sure I am.
I think,
stick in the mud
old things are good
but when I was a
thoughts were different then.
This must be progress,
when everyone wants more and
I’d settle for less.
moving beads on the abacus
then it’s
back to us and
computers to boot us
back to the abacus
and sometimes the circle’s
The righteous write sermons
that serve men like them.
And out there
the architect feels proud,
laughing out loud, clapping
with glee
he cannot see what a world full
of new will do.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.