Middle Age Poem by Robert Melliard

At last we start to do things well,
just simple tasks each day:
hod car park cards the right way round;
foresee the need for change.

Our actions become calmer, therefore surer;
we're less likely to do harm.
We even classify our paperwork
and know exactly where things are.

It's sad we didn't reach this stage before,
or that this quiet efficiency won't last.
What took so long to learn
will fade away quite fast.