Where are the poets of my youth,
Who knew the power of rhyme?
They opened doors to life for me,
Enchanted with their imagery
And ennobled man's humanity;
It was a better time.

Now they choose to write in free verse,
Free from substance, style and rhyme
And I get lost along the way,
Intent on what they mean to say;
I yearn for yesterday, today
And the harmony of that time.

Joseph Anderson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-have-all-the-poets-gone-2/