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                               Sonnet 2

Uncluttered world of black and white gave way,
Antiquity in quiet streets no place,
Redundant lines with steam trains tucked away,
In memory's eye, ignored in ancient face.
The chain of being adds another link
And lowers us into our parents' grave
The longest lived have too much time to think
Nothing was there that ever time forgave.
The mutli-coloured shades of veneration
In gadget's novelty will quickly fade away
To gather dust as next generation
Sells yesterday to buy tomorrow today.
Today displaces yesterday's tomorrow,
Is cast aside in turn to age and sorrow.




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