Obsolescence

* obsolescence *
The obsolescence of things
Does not cut the heart
As the obsolescence of people
The trades they know reduced
Knowledge no longer valued
Shuffled out by newer faces
Into a world not understood
Competing for careers which don't exist
Never sure when the path changed
When they became fixed and unchanging
The dreams they sought became mirages
Always placed just out of reach
Till even those visions splendid
From their thoughts were ended
Instead reality grips them tight
During long sleepless pauper night
Arising to greet a day
No different from the empty one before
When all efforts fruitless prove
To find a job and pride restore
Their time is past and they alive remain
Dying slowly each and every second
Of each and every day.