I was brought up
in a lost time
when a liberal
education
taught that DHL
wrote from the heart
in a language
close to my own;
a lone creator,
the voice of ages
blasting windows
open on an
infinite universe,
a deliverer
of everything but
prepacked parcels

Len Webster

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/len-webster-s-old-before-my-time/