Conditions Change - 0940 Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Absence of understanding that the past
can't be applied to future trends dismays.
Conditions change. Tomorrow's dawn displays
multilevel windows, links which fast
create fresh interfaces, leave aghast
those who'd draw back where subtle interplays
call for advance, dice chance and novel ways
to seek, must earn earn in manner multicast.
Gust sweeps away lust's dust, no cultures last,
pride pays Time's price though fool 'stop icon' prays.
All evolves, kite flies from tethered stays
unstrung by unexpected stormy blast.
What brave new world can dam the winds of change?
That some presume themselves immune seems strange!

(24 May 2001)