Round The Clock Poem by Vincent Igwilo

A vast universe
Filled with drones
Making movement, not progress

Expressionless gaze
Filled the whole sight
Who are you? Oh what am I?

Mindless pursuit
Filled their 'to do list'
They see, but can't feel

Generations of chain reaction
Father lives and dies
Son follows suit

Memorandum, autobiographies
All but a part in a play
And leaves all with a tear in the face

Dilemma of the old
Drive of the young
Dream of the child, who will tell 'em

Modifications, civilization
Trying to fill this gap
To be busy and not worthless

Dad walked this way
Son - 'there is no other way'
I must do what has to be done.