In Defence Of Fantasy Poem by Fred Babbin

We are impermanent
but we are survivors
living the poetry of life
in our world-

With all the energy
that life needs
while other worlds
are being formed.

We are caught between
tomorrow's world that's here today
and the world of yesterday
that is fading fast away

Thus being transformed
into a world
we never knew before
one that now
we must explore

We don't see things
the same way now
a flower is pasted
on that woman's brow
we see two lines of print
where there was one before
and the print has grown
so much smaller.

Everyone speaks so much softer
and the music is all new-
we've never heard it that way before

But we shouldn't lose our sense of humor
although we may not understand the computer
we can pretend
we are like Alice - in Wonderland
watching the Mad Hatters and White Rabbits
in this world.
Maybe Lewis wasn't so fantastic in the end.