Who Wins?
Each generation makes the
previous irrelevant,
by redefining
the rules of battle.
Although the sword
is still sharp,
the reflexes quick,
this year the rapier
is in.
You've mastered your trade,
you think your life's made
and now it's in the rust belt
you sit.
Ah, yes, computers are the thing,
and the language you've mastered
has just been replaced
by another.
Above it all
looking down at the brawl
are those who change not
one whit.
They enjoy the melees
that the differences breed
and sit down and consider
their profit.
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