Their Time

That was their time but
This is mine - it has
Moved on, for the
Cars drive faster and
Are more plentiful, the
Digital age proliferates and
Screens are screening dying eyes
One from the other - I must
Breathe in this domain, leave
Theirs to them and realise
That that was their time and
Now they have left, they have
Left me to mine.  Here and
Now there is
Much to discern - the rules
Are very different and
The place is colder, I must
Divest myself of their
Softnesses and be wiser
Be bolder.

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