Elegy to the Past
Elegy to the Past
Woe is the loss of the great past.
Woe to the great people
And billions of lives who walked
On this very ground before us.
Woe to the great ideas which
We now take for granted.
Woe to the sad truth,
That we will never relive the past.
Woe to all the billions of people
Who died to preserve what was
Inevitably lost to the sands of time.
Woe to the wars that settled
No disputes.
Woe to the prosperous times of the past,
Though short and fast lived.
Woe to the wondrous inventions that
Now lie at the bottom of dumps.
Woe to the excitement of
The printing press, the Renaissance,
New Worlds, automobiles, electricity,
And all the others
We now take for granted.
Woe to the loss of the great past.
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