Is your daily grind like this?
Slave to the keyboard
No different to all the others
Listening to someone bitch
Having to succumb to the whims
Of a person above you
That you don’t like
Changing the diapers of a 88 year old
Answering the phone
Making the call
Sending that vital email
Reading the meter
Changing the plug
Trying to change the client's mind
You need coffee
You need lunch
You need your daily break
You need more drugs
For that reoccurring headache.
Finally that last hour comes around
You sigh as you walk out the door
To follow other routines
All the way to bed
And back again.
This is the life
The way it must be
So we are led to believe
The reason why we've endured
Years of more routines we didn’t like
In those budding years
Youth fleeting as it is
When we should have been having more fun
And maybe learning about more important things
And how to get through the grind
Or come up with other alternatives
Other than Pi and formulas
And other crap
That we will never need.
Call me old fashioned
Or maybe deranged
But maybe we wouldn’t have to ‘grind’ so much
If there wasn’t this incessant rush
To a version 4.2 upgrade
Which is probably worse than the last
When the one before that was good enough.
Perhaps if the world slowed down a little
And we talked to each other
And sat back and looked at the stars
And the rocks and realized
That we stand with giants
For the briefest possible moment.
Simple is the way to be
It gives us calm and poise and space
To enjoy our limited time
While we can.
copyright 2012 anthony j. langford
This series is written from the heart and personal experiences.
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Next week will be a new Poem and Video on Anxiety/Depression.
At the end of this 5 part series, I'll be compiling, 4 out of 5 of them into a pdf for download, plus with an extra 6, 10 in total. It will be called All Empires Crumble. All deal with Mental Health and all are from 2019.