There is a bit of nostalgia to this poem, a longing for the things that once seemed to make life so colorful and memorable, as they are lost or swallowed up by the new sense of fashion and what is popular that sweeps through society. I guess each generation has gutted the things that were dear to the generation that came before; baroque music gave way to the waltz, the waltz gave way to jazz, jazz gave way to rock and roll and that gave way to disco and hip hop. Meisen porcellein is in the bin and mid century modern is what's hot now. The frisbees have made way for the non fungible tokens. But for those who watch their precious memories drift away on the winds of change, it is a rather sad episode to watch. estory

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