The older one in all, 'ere comes along early;
sickles and hammers, their need now gone.
Of newer poisons, and new masks they don;
world's evolved he wonders, of humans 'ere surly.
Your job done they say, 'tis no longer thine day;
fanciful new bottles, yet old indeed the wine.
A smile crossing the rim, his glass ever so fine;
a leaf on the waters, ne'er a part of the fray.