Laconic Lament For Lines Poem by C Richard Miles

I lament those lines:

Those fly-by mayfly rhymes
That are not meant to last;

Those spoken, then cast
Away, a hopeful punt in the dark;

That throwaway remark,
Expiring, killed by time;

The bylines which chime
In line with news;

Opinions and views
That are doomed to death
Almost as soon as the breath
Which utters them is spent;

The topic of the moment
That sheds relevance
Ephemeral as silence;

That snappy slipshod snatch
That can only catch
The instant and then dies
With the zeitgeist;

Those clichés which grow stale
And ultimately fail
And are old hat

And that is that:
This erstwhile poem is past;
I lament that it can not long last.