A World Without Networks - Poem by Sean Godley
Budding flowers would proffer pollen’s treat,
But busy bees would buzz straight by, uncaring.
Thus waning winter, which is glad to meet
The rosy spring, would rampage through, unsparing.
In this autumnal April, then, we’d make
Our normal way to get the work-bound train,
Get on, and wonder, now, how can it take
So long to leave? And then get off again.
Made confused, we’d make to wander home,
But find the flowerless roads had no direction.
Getting hungry, we’d be forced to roam,
And of the restaurants, make our selection.
But we’d find the chef had left his post,
And all the waiters sent to find new work,
So leave, still longing for that scrumptious roast,
And feel a little more than a hungry berk.
Lost and starving, bothered by the bees,
I’d say we’d panic then and try to phone
A faithful friend of years, and ask them; ‘please,
Come pick me up, I’m stuck, and all alone.’
But, of course, there would be no reception,
So hopelessly, we’d curse our present lot,
And wonder how we used to take exception
At slow waiters, trains delayed and petal’s rot.
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