Dot Coms and H-T-M-Ls
Have now become so prominent
But few of them ring my bells
I feel they’re much too to dominant
This cyber world we live in
Seeks ways which are so scurried
For computers, speed’s a given
But it makes me feel too hurried
What’s the rush, I often wonder
Would we really be aghast
Would it be an awful blunder
Not to get nowhere so fast?
Why hurry here and hurry there?
I don’t have a clue
For honestly, I wouldn’t care
If things took a day or two
Like the fire slowly burns the wick
Of a candle it’s dewaxing
Let’s slow our flame, not be so quick
And our lives will be less taxing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem