So interested
Around the Clock
Always On Top
Outlasts us all
Never seems to fall
Focusing here
Appearing there
How can that be?
When does he/she sleep?
It’s time for the Reveal!
Walk around the steal!
It’s the last inning. . .
Everyone waits for the pitch!
At the wall,
No time to fall!
It’s in the air
Come on, show you care!
Hands together,
Make some noise
AI hits hard and fast .
We move slow. . .
and sometimes last.
TIME. . . Measured individually. Seldom repeats or returns. Spend Wisely.
LOST. . .
Forgotten and overlooked.
Passed by not seeing.
Purposely set aside.
LEAVE. . .
Slip away.
Fall apart.
Run fast
LIFE. . .
Beginning
To
End
HOLES.
Growing, developing,
Influencing, affecting.
Patch or fill.
Choose or chase.
Your choice for the moment
Your "song" of the day.
Like flys they invade. Never asking to descend.
Entering on the page, When I seem to pause or forget.
A suggestion here, Recommendation there.
Tomorrow they’ll come; Not asking, simply DONE.
Then why even accept What we do or what we say?
They don’t need our words. It’s just a game they play.
Eliminate the Middle Man. Business Mantra all along.
When they reduce and remove They can sing a “higher song”.
As Quark would say moving through Space: It's the bottom line that turns the tides.
Taught to focus. Trained to see.
Forgetting at times,
It’s all up to me.
Then comes a time,
When I cannot see.
Those who once,
Meant so much to me.
They have their lives,
I’m not a part.
Their lives always.
Front and Center.
Mine becomes
A Note or a Letter.
So busy are they,
Someday they’ll say:
I tried, I did,
It was just so hard to “begin”.
To connect and to call.
To rise and to fall.
Their time is near,
Perhaps that’s the fear.
We had a lifetime,
They have just days.
Each one passing,
Struggling in a maze.
We walked and ran,
We know the way.
Their time is near,
Soon they too will fear.
No calls, no notes,
No one to hear.
Out of Touch,
LIfe's Biggest Fear.
It’s part of the ending. As we keep bending.
Trying to find.
Dropping behind.
Dementia is unkind.
It takes the whole mind.
Slowly it moves.
Always seeming to choose.
Just when we begin to see.
A new personality wants to be free.
As their mind moves away.
We spend more time each day.
Recalling other times we spent
Knowing how much they meant.
(Love You, Mom
Round The World & Back Again💕)
Those we love in life
Stay with us in memory.
Won't happen to me;
I cannot be replaced!
My job's secure,
I'm needed to create!
It’s called self-interpretation,
It runs from black to red.
Some listen to learn.
No voice to be heard.
It’s not out of spite,
Survival is the goal.
Constant change upsets
Wherever we go.
No matter your age
No difference what you know
It’s a plan to ensure
You cannot “mature”.
No movement keeps you placed
Where they can't build to break.
Constructing metal wonders
To replace and overtake.
How long will you stay
When all jobs are taken away?
Surely there'll be something for me?
I've survived and know so I can't go.
Your limitations are easy to see.
Metal needs no breaks, has no family.
For now, your job is "safe"
Just remember all that was replaced.
Typewriters are obsolete.
Landline phones have had their day.
Jets replaced and rockets overtake.
Time waits for no one to adjust.
Bend down close, see the dust.
It's your paycheck and benefits.
No need to provide for wires and tin.
Taught to focus. Trained to see.
Forgetting at times.
It’s really up to me.
Then comes a time.
When I cannot see.
Those who once
Meant so much to me.
They have their lives.
I’m not a part.
Their life always
Front and Center.
Mine becomes
A Note or Letter.
So busy are they
Someday they’ll cry and say:
I tried, I did,
It was just so hard to “begin”.
To connect and to call?
To rise and to fall?
Our time is near
Perhaps that’s the fear.
We have a lifetime
They have just days.
Each one passing;
Struggling in a maze.
We walked and ran.
We know the path.
They build and seek.
Focusing on success in a week.
They’re told every day.
Which direction is “the way”.
They listen and learn,
Till their ears burn.
The problem as always remains
Their focus is always the same.
Running after the "goal"
When it should be the door.
Round the Clock. Always On Top
Outlasts us all
Never seems to fall
Focusing here
Appearing there
How can that be?
When does he/she sleep?
It’s time for the Reveal!
Walk around the steal!
It’s the last inning. . .
Everyone waits for the pitch!
At the wall,
No time to fall!
It’s in the air
Come on, show you care!
Hands together,
Make some noise
AI hits hard and fast
We move slow, often last.