The Former Age: My Poetry

THE FORMER AGE

 

In the Former Age

There was room to roam:

Caverns for dragons

And nooks for gnomes.

Then witches could work

In the darkest woods

And wizards would wander

In cloak and hood.

 

In the Former Age

There were holy monks

And glorious gallants

And merry drunks.

The peasant lads

With sling and staff

Could still find giants

Bestriding the path.

 

Now Modern Times

Have replaced the Age

And we've built ourselves

A comfy cage.

Adventures are done;

We take vacations.

Charity's gone;

We make donations.

 

We bargained away

The Former Age

And got rid of heroes

In our leveling rage.

The halls are silent

Where they fought and played.

The heroes are dust--

But the villains stayed.

 

In the Former Age

There were deeds and danger.

You could feed an angel

When helping a stranger.

Now angels and strangers

Alike are cut

Because there's no room

In our little rut.

 

Yet there is hope

For the Age now gone;

Its seeds are asleep

In the heart of Man.

They stir us to mirth

And to memories

And over the earth

Spread secretly.