Kishore Asthana's 'A Measure of Loss': Nostalgic Reflections on Changing Measures 📏

What was a yard is now a meter <br />Though we add more for good measure <br />But a yard was so much sweeter <br />And gave us much more pleasure <br /> <br />Many an afternoon spent <br />In the yard made life completer <br />But only with the backs bent <br />On the piano, we faced the meter <br /> <br />What was two pounds is now a kg <br />Alas it does not add up too well <br />It has made the schoolboys lazy <br />On its romance one cannot dwell <br /> <br />And the Fahrenheit now slowly cools <br />To lesser numbers on the chart <br />As Centigrade no one fools <br />Excepts fools and the very smart <br /> <br />Soon 100 seconds will be a minute <br />And 100 minutes will be one hour <br />Watches will get tired in it <br />And we'll need no mental power <br /> <br />School may be easier, true <br />In the metric glasnost <br />But I end up feeling blue <br />When I remember what we've lost<br /><br />Kishore Asthana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-measure-of-loss/