The Last Of The Romantics

Romanticism is dying away,
Those of us it was bred into are
Being snuffed out of society
The days of practicing propriety have come to an end
So slowly we dwindle away
We are the last petals on the red rose
Drifting away one by one
Our profession, that of the helpless romantic
Is no longer wanted
We are no longer wanted
We are no longer needed
Our deeds were not heeded
Common courting of the day consists of
Getting torn up then tearing that ass up
There is no more wining and dining
Or the holding of doors and pulling out chairs
Candle light dinners, or nights spent under the stars
The era of the “gentleman” has come to an end
Passion and compassion seeped out of society as drugs took their place
So where did all the poets and the playwrights go?
I think we need another Shakespeare or a Frost
And a Romeo and Juliet of the modern age
Another death to wake the world might be what we need
But either way it will be a death, most likely ours
So as the last petal falls this I leave to you,
sad thoughts from a helpless romantic no longer practicing his profession

by Christopher Taber

Comments (1)

Man, If it weren't for the fact that i didn't know you, I'd swear to God this poem was written about me. Good job man, it definitely hits close to home with me. -Dustin-