It was, I think you know, a leaden age,
with words slopped daily on the page,
and glopped out from the screaming screen
upon which talking heads could pimp and preen.
It was, I think you've written many times,
an age berift of those inner lights
that fashions poetry and soaring rhymes
and teaches children of their rights.
It was, I think I've heard you say,
the kind of age that set's it's yes,
on those who steal and make others pay,
on those who copy words and plagurize.
It was an age that's falling fast,
and it's your laugh that's heard at last.
For the General, best regards, Lillie.