It's too cool here and for long,
Let's warm it up a wee bit.
And too dull for my liking,
Someone said adding to that,
Let's liven it up a bit.
Third one: and slow, is not it?
Let's accelerate a bit.
Man got him tools and machines
Forged in heat and made with noise,
Slowly he pushed farther still,
And made noise part of his life,
And life slowly turned to strife.
He now finds it far too warm,
Noisy even by his norm,
Too fast-paced for his own good,
As truth by nature is rude,
And though he's loathe to confess,
What he paid for whims and mood,
He now loves to call progress,
The price he pays for success.
Though he puts up a front brave,
Men might soon crave for the cave.
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Reflections | 03.02.16 |
Wow, what a wonderful and insightful poem. Beautiful and excellent presentation of the realities of life. It conveys in brilliant detail the ways on how men tread the life from cave to high technology.
Thank you Rose marie, the story of man's muddling is long. Only a poem can make it short.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liked the two closure lines. I concur with your clever thought. Very perceptive lines, a trademark of your Poet's Pen. Liked.the Poet's Nores too. So very true. 10++++++++and.on to my Poem List.
Thank you again, Rose Marie, you have been liberal.