The end of an era,
Begets the start of a new,
The shifting generations,
Bring things with, Like Cell phones and Facebook
And promptly take them away,
Like milkmen and records,
Paperboys and Duesenbergs,
Gone with the wind,
As if they never were there,
In the first place.
The eras long past,
Exists as a graveyard of forgotten jobs,
And items outdated.
While the road ahead,
Is paved by the items,
Which have fallen into obscurity.
©BAS