Buttons, Gongs And Buzzers Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

I love pressing buttons.
So, feeling hungry
I saw a new restaurant
with a sign that read 'Open',
press button for service.
I looked on their entrance door for a button.
I was anxious to press this button.
Like Pavlov's dog
I was compelled to find
some doorbell to press..
Push push push
press press press.
I scanned on top of their door
I looked all up and down
the side paneling and their door jam.
I couldn't find a gong to pull
a button or a buzzer to press.
Not only could I not find one
but, after many fruitless minutes
without results,
I realized I wasn't hungry anymore.
Resigned, rejected and out of options, I sat down on their heavy marble porch bench contemplating
this Zen moment;
I thought
what if there had been a button
to push, and I was
granted entrance
through
a swinging door or an open gate.
What if entering and accepting service
would not have been
in my best interest, or theirs.
Regardless, this scavenger hunt
had worn me down
But, at least for me, lessons of greater clarity were unfolding.
We press too many buttons
We are always hunting for that next button to push.
Sometimes the best we can do
is not create or discover a blazing hot new button to push.

But, just as Royalty needs subjects.
Actors need lines.
A theater needs an audience.
A key needs it's corresponding lock.
We search for buzzers, and buttons to push.
Commoners to Kings
are skilled at
finding buzzers, buttons to press
turning knobs, hitting key strokes
potentially setting off catastrophic chain reactions
It's important to consider
the cost/benefit
of being too needful of stray, delinquent, demanding, explosive, notorious, famous and most riotous buttons to push.
Such is my dilemma.
Whether to press
the 'submit' button
to 'publish' this.
Mystery solved.


Buddy Bee Anthony
Re-edited 04/21/2026
@ 1: 47 AM Pacific Standard Time

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