Romanticism is dying away, <br />Those of us it was bred into are <br />Being snuffed out of society <br />The days of practicing propriety have come to an end <br />So slowly we dwindle away <br />We are the last petals on the red rose <br />Drifting away one by one <br />Our profession, that of the helpless romantic <br />Is no longer wanted <br />We are no longer wanted <br />We are no longer needed <br />Our deeds were not heeded <br />Common courting of the day consists of <br />Getting torn up then tearing that ass up <br />There is no more wining and dining <br />Or the holding of doors and pulling out chairs <br />Candle light dinners, or nights spent under the stars <br />The era of the “gentleman” has come to an end <br />Passion and compassion seeped out of society as drugs took their place <br />So where did all the poets and the playwrights go? <br />I think we need another Shakespeare or a Frost <br />And a Romeo and Juliet of the modern age <br />Another death to wake the world might be what we need <br />But either way it will be a death, most likely ours <br />So as the last petal falls this I leave to you, <br /> sad thoughts from a helpless romantic no longer practicing his profession<br /><br />Christopher Taber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-last-of-the-romantics/
