History Capsule

Your epoch is not for trying.
It's for living and for dying.  
There is no blander pose
Than to bargain and protest,
As if times could these for those 
Be exchanged upon request.
 
Every age seems Age of Iron,
But a garden shines inspiring,
And a rainbow. I, at eight,
Had to die of scarlet fever.
Never mind - live on, believer 
In the age of better fate.