Sonnet: On The Evolution Of A Language

Nothing we do now like in yester-year's; Nothing those days looked like we do today; Just like a motor has its many gears, In many ways, we try to write and say. Convention shouldn't encroach on convenience; By traditions, rules are for readers’ sake; Nevertheless, one can't show lenience; There is a way to cook; a way to bake. But things do change for good or worse with time; The fashions of the day dictate the rules; But they must suit the changes in the clime; Yet, mules aren't horses; Neither Horses mules! What we accept today, the morrow won’t; The old returns whether we like or don't.