Essay On Modern Man Poem by Sandy Fulton

Happy the Modern Man, who now empow'rs
Abilities this age upon him show'rs!

Perhaps in th' Golden Age men did lack that
Penchant for Complexities; whereat
Young ORPHEUS, whose charm'd and lyric song
Bright EURYDICE endeavour'd to prolong,
Inadequate would be in this New World.
Rome's own AENEAS, too, would be, if hurl'd
This Modern Life into, greatly distraught.
HERCULES, who for the Golden Apples sought
DEMETER's priestess at th' Hesperides
Also would be vex'd and ill-at-ease.

Young Parcaen hunter of Calydon's fam'd boar,
JASON's MELEAGER, of Argonautic lore,
Alarm'd would be to cross a Modern Street.
MINOS the king, whose Labyrinth of Crete
Erechthid THESEUS scorn'd with ball of twine,
Surely would for simpler ages pine.
Fearful and cow'd by lights of Neon'd be
ULYSSES, who did brave the wine-dark Sea.

Learn then, that of these Men of old august,
There is not one of them who could adjust.
O ask you not for Heroes, for behold:
Not bold today they'd be (but plenty old) !