'' You'Re A Person Not A Machine '' Poem by Bri Mar

I’ve reached the age of ninety four,
My head is pounding my hands are sore,
Though if truth be told I still want more,
I still feel like I’m seventeen.

Fighting in the war I did abhor,
But peace at last we did restore,
The allies had a great rapport,
For we knew what defeat would mean.

Though some are rotten to the core,
Goodness always comes to the fore,
Harmony among all I do adore,
My life now is so serene.

As over my life I now pour,
I cannot say I’ve never swore,
Yes at times it’s been a chore,
Occasionally I’ve caused a scene.

My younger days I would restore,
Getting old I do deplore,
What I hate is that word bore,
On that subject I’m not so keen.

Please stop saying it I do implore,
Boredom is something I ignore,
If it wasn’t there anymore,
The world would be squeaky clean.

You cannot buy it in any store,
It manifests itself as an evil spore,
Behaving like a mutant carnivore,
To defeat it you must intervene.

If you feel the need let out a roar,
Show the bore the bloody door,
There’s a world out there you can explore,

‘’ You’re A Person Not A Machine ‘’