L' Ancienne Vie Est Perdre Poem by Christopher Tye

L' Ancienne Vie Est Perdre

So the old ways have died out,
Ancient skills and knowledge,
Now lost to this world of technology.

Behold the great loss for us all,
As time marches on tirelessly,
And all crumbles into dust before it.

As machines take over all things,
Use humans lose our humanity faster,
Just letting machines kill at a touch of a button.

So our culture will decline and fall,
Art dying as it withers in dusty corners,
Behold what we have done to ourselves.

By Christopher Tye