Hope Renewed

I may be old fashioned but I think I will die, Refusing to believe the lie, That open plan living justifies wearing a suit and tie. I am yet to be convinced on the merit of hubs, Where the Doctors keep swapping patients, And different sports are no longer good sports. I think headphones were something worth inventing But I don't think they were meant for keeping, The conversation out and the noise in, when at an important meeting. The good news is that I have not given up hope, That open plans and hubs are on a slippery slope, As my grandson who is no dope, Looks to books to give him scope, Which pleases this old dope, Who sees no need of a rope, As open plan living and hubs may soon be words not often spoke, With a new generation dreaming of a Den or a quiet space to give them scope, Which is all that we can hope.