Pensioner Poem by Ragy Sandid

I don't know what to do
Shall I do just what I'm used to
Or shall I bite to everything new
Just because everyone ought to

How much time shall I spend
On things without end
Imagining a machine as a friend
And follow the trend

How much time am I given
Making today's deal past driven
Or I've enough time to get with it
And show everyone what I've given

Time and tech are today's challenge
Making life easier and harder to manage
Once you beat one tech's message
Time catches on and cuts off the passage

So one goes back to past calm
When one wasn't controlled by the palm
Close their eyes to surpass the qualm
The memories come back in a swarm

Some good, some bad but all are lost
Frozen in frames without hope in hell to defrost
These are ghosts and humans are the host
To think how much of one's life have they bossed?

I know what to do. Waste time
The forbidden fruit of our prime
We saved it, now we will its chime
Just that split moment, we'll mime.