Even us cannot take non-stop work
Everything gets old and will break down
If robots break down, they will be replaced
But what about our love ones?
Like an old dog?
They cannot be replaced
However, they will live ib our hearts
And their memories catch our imagination
When we get old
They become shadows of the past
But robots get recycled into something else
A very perceptive and wonderful poem.Well expressed and so true, LeeAnn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So sad and true! But impeccably and touchingly, written. A wonderful poem that touches mind, heart and soul. Quite unforgettable too, my very talented, friend