The Imperfect Machine. Poem by Marcondes Pereira
The Imperfect Machine.
Day by day, my weakness is stronger.
My eyes are not so effective anymore.
My muscles and bones are weaker than before,
A new machine can't wait no longer.
Tomorrow, another machine will come.
I'll be switched off, my skills are unnecessary.
My central circuit is broken, I'm finally home.
I live with gears, chips and batteries. It's a sad story
Saturday, April 8, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: human being,modern
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