Poems are losing their relevance with the world

It often occurs to me that in another few years, many old poems will completely lose their relevance with the new world. For example:

Shakespeare wrote:

“Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither..”

Unfortunately, after two or three generations, people will ask – where to go? It is very difficult to find out a greenwood tree. Was there really any time when people used to spend time under such greenwood trees?

Yet another example is -- Robert Frost’s poem -- Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

“Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.”

Strange it is to think of even. People from the not-so-far-off generation will say – Who has time to stand in front of woods unnecessarily? What a nonsense idea? People do not get time to see their own apartments, their own lanes, why should they stop in front of a garden and think of the owner?

Life is changing rapidly. All old pastimes are also being forgotten. People are becoming more and more city rather home-centric. Thus, poems are losing their relevance with the world. A time will come when all classic poems will go to trash cans, because they will have no similarity with the surroundings of the struggling men folk.

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