Extinction

It seems we will be losing some things,

That in life, I have grown to love.

And then, a couple of others,

That humanity is well to be rid of.

For we can well live without,

Another out break of the mumps or measles.

And although they are sturdy and stout,

Those old out-houses, look better on a postcard.

But how I will mourn the plight of the wild horse,

And lament with humanity if the honeybee is not here.

The good old swimming hole, cooling in summer, of course,

Is doomed as well, because some fool chose to sue.

The family farm, what a loss, as I see it,

With enough to make a living and feed the towns as well.

The milkman too, delivering at dawn, as was fit,

Both icons to be lost as big business marches on.

On a personal level, drive-in theaters will be missed,

Not so much by protective dads and moms,

But by the youth who’ll never at intermission be kissed.

And relegated to history told a wink and a grin.

But sad as I am to see all these going,

And determined to fight so that some are not so,

A hand-written letter penned with great knowing,

And love, or anger, pain or just news,

That is the one thing that saddens me most,

The human and personal touch given,

As one person takes time to think, write and post,

A heartfelt treasure, to hold close and remember.