I Surrender

I surrender, I have fought the good fight, I have outlasted most, In the fight that is seemingly lost. I will leave the battlefield. To spend more time with my grandson, So one day in the future he might be the one, To stop the slide into oblivion, Of a once proud language, That used pictures sparingly, With the words, the main focus for the telling of the story. Now the English language could be better understood by The ancient Egyptians. Or those who have not graduated from, only looking at The pictures in any book they happen to come across. I am no longer up to reading between the lines, When scanning for news that is not fake, Or guessing the relationship between the picture, And the main story. A by-line of a senior journalist, No longer a guarantee, Of good grammar or an ability to spell. So, I surrender, To the new order, And will no longer, Fret about when to use a comma, I may even dispense with spell check. I will, however, leave space enough Just in case there is anybody out there, Who can still read between the lines.