Treasure Island

Jean Dament

(Canada)

Beeps, Beeps, Beeps


Nowadays we seem to live in a world of constant beeps,
Our day begins with the alarm's beep,
Only to be followed by the micro's beep,
Followed by someone's cell phone beep,
Or possibly the computer's beep,
And the iron beeps,
Then there's the moment when backing out of the driveway causes a beep, beep, beep,
You stop at the ATM machine to hear another beep,
Then at work you are bombarded with more steady beeps,
The phone beeps, the computer beeps, the copier beeps, the micro beeps,
And then it's time to go home where the beeps start all over again;
So how is a person to get any peace & quiet or some sleep....with all of these steady beeps?

Ravensong
Nov.09/09

Submitted: Monday, November 09, 2009
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