Vulnerable

for Kent Stevens by request

There were things called records I do believe,

they stayed all day in a cardboard sleeve.
We pulled them out to make them play,

so music could make the room full sway.
Then video recorders came to stay,

years went by they went away.
I don't know what comes out next,
its going away will have me vext.

Better to save your dollars dear,
than lose them to a fad this year.
Flowers and trees are next, I'm told,
people now think they're just too old.
Losing their bid are air and water
to stay with us, I think they ought'r.
Earth is tired of humans we know
since heat is rising with a very hot blow.

Though never you fear of sun and heat
for everything some day becomes obsolete.

Barry G. Wick

((one of my rare rhyming poems, usually on light themes.))