The world was a secretive place then;
There are fewer secrets now;
No point in trying,
But they're impossible to keep.
And the world hasn't destroyed.
The Colonel's spices revealed;
Micropes landed in Martian rock;
Yet your impression in a hayfield
Is one I've always kept.
Human heart human feelings..remain grounded ancient no matter how much we progress technoligically. Thanks for sharing.
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The exponential growth of information technology and inventions of more and more advanced swooping technics etc have made maintaining secrecy about some thing quite difficult. Nice poem. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.9 points.