Lost Legacies Of The Storytellers

I remember so well when I was a lad, we children would sit and be told;
Tales of family events from the past, our legacies so very old!
Passed on to us by Uncles and Aunts, our parents and Grandparents too;
We’d listen in awe to their stories of yore, as we, their progeny grew!
.
But one by one, they started to pass, our storytellers began to wane;
Funerals and tears for each one we lost, longevities’ ne’erending bane!
Our last one left just two months ago, telling tales right up to her end;
A victim of deadly COVID-19, to Heaven, eternity spend!
.
Now that leaves us to carry on, retelling our Trees history;
But unlike us, who were eager to learn, it’s an indifferent progeny!
For cell phones, Facebook, and texts are the rage, the past is boring and trite;
So with our generation, the legacies die, a saddest eternal respite!
.
.
The stories of yore
Will soon be lost forever
Our legacies fate