The wedding dinner is begun
But the wind, or rather the winds
Will not allow
The candle’s light to prosper
Instead, as dusk falls (on society)
It is the electricity which takes over
The incandescent, iridescent bulbs
Providing a warmer, more shimmering glow
Yet still we queue
To see the beginning of time
Or at least to see
Renaissance man’s artistic impression
Black and white
Are still the colours of the day
And for most of the menfolk
Beards were the passion of the day
Much as today
Where Steve Job’s mobile-phone-camera
Is the one essential accessory
Which man nor woman cannot live without
So let us commemorate
The birth of Apple (Computers)
How well it has prospered
Even without the Medici
