The older one in all, 'ere comes along early;

sickles and hammers, their need now gone.

Of newer poisons, and new masks they don;

world's evolved he wonders, of humans 'ere surly.


Your job done they say, 'tis no longer thine day;

fanciful new bottles, yet old indeed the wine.

A smile crossing the rim, his glass ever so fine;

a leaf on the waters, ne'er a part of the fray.