![A Novelty, By: G.K. Chesterton](https://i0.wp.com/poetrycatalog.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/11/A-Novelty-By-G.K.-Chesterton.jpg?resize=750%2C420&ssl=1)
Why should I care for the Ages
Because they are old and grey?
To me, like sudden laughter,
The stars are fresh and gay;
The world is a daring fancy,
And finished yesterday.
Why should I bow to the Ages
Because they were drear and dry?
Slow trees and ripening meadows
For me go roaring by,
A living charge, a struggle
To escalade the sky.
The eternal suns and systems,
Solid and silent all,
To me are stars of an instant,|
Only the fires that fall
From God’s good rocket, rising
On this night of carnival.