Forgetful

Renaissance fair - revisited -
rest assured that every year
in outrageous outmoded garb
we trot our weary feet
to savor the flavor
of melodious "oldness".
Yet the antiquity we seek seems
boldly new - the dew on beer mugs
entrenches what we think
we would have been back then
when the truth be told
we would have been enslaved
by our social standing
as kitchen wrenches or
jousters for the earls -
so few back then had any hope
of a glorious shining future,
yet today we met a lot
who thought they were the lot
who played lords - ladies -
lassies and lads for a day
we forgot that we are still
enslaved - but enchanted - to-day.