This Changing Line
White concrete towers faced with black glass,
bosses with the powers to make the business last
Blue collared workers rushing to “clock-in”,
not a time for shirkers in this busy routine
Boiler-suited mechanics keep the engines oiled,
by knowing all the tricks, and getting their hands soiled
Keyboard operators tapping new data onto discs,
financial wizards checking assessing business risks
Telephonists down-graded now, to electronic voices,
callers get frustrated, all those offered choices
Messages gone in an instant via the electronic mail,
post room boy redundant no more a paper trail
But is this really progress with the pace of life so fast,
no time now to regress in an enterprise so vast
Shouldn’t we slow down, take time out to breathe,
walk about around the town or kick the falling leaves
Watch the waves relentless, tumbling onto the shore,
listen to the songstress, as she sings of days of yore
Days when life was slower - but tasks were different too,
no time to smell the flowers there was oh so much to do!
Clean the grate, brush the matting, put the kettle on to boil!
sew on buttons, then get tatting, door hinges to oil
wash the children - off for school, time now to scrub the step,
live your life by simple rules (and avoid the life insurance “rep”)
Dinner must be on the table, soon as he walks in the door
after all he must be able to earn enough to feed all four
Life has definitely changed much since my Grandmama’s days
but stop, look again, is it a such different life or a passing phase
Tricia Cane
March 10 2008 05:04 am | Inspiring Stories / Poetry
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