Clichés

After several thousand years

Today progressed over baser times,
Yet love is a red, red rose,

Yet time is an hourglass.

These clichés—they still remain

Though the new is now.
How,
When the words of giants are carved on the wall,

Are we affixed undaunted to the words of juveniles?

Answer first:

Today, who has told your woman they loved her?

Today, who has told your man his brevity?