Where are the poets of my youth, <br />Who knew the power of rhyme? <br />They opened doors to life for me, <br />Enchanted with their imagery <br />And ennobled man's humanity; <br />It was a better time. <br /> <br />Now they choose to write in free verse, <br />Free from substance, style and rhyme <br />And I get lost along the way, <br />Intent on what they mean to say; <br />I yearn for yesterday, today <br />And the harmony of that time.<br /><br />Joseph Anderson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-have-all-the-poets-gone-2/
