We fleshy machines
with limited means
are used till we start
to cost too many beans
and then we’re replaced
our numbers erased,
just tossed on a cart
consigned to the waste—
whatever’s begun
will never be done
unless there’s a heart
to make it all run.
3 comments:
I like this, it is a quiet thought but it speaks in a loud voice.
What a class!!
It was amazing :)
"consigned to the waste"
Simply loved it!
Regards,
Dimps
Thanks Alexis, it screams inside of me.
Hey Dimps, glad you liked it.
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