Powerless

 

Powerless

by Lord R.e. Taylor

 

The bill was paid

I swear it was

But the power is not working

I have lived seventy years with power

Everything worked 90% of the time

But ages ago we did not have a lot

Just a few electrical items

So, if there was an outage, it would be no big deal

We always had things to do

Now, we have computers in every room

Just as many big screen televisions

And a kitchen full of electronic crap

Honestly. It may be a little too much

When the power is out, we just sit

Staring around a room which doesn’t work

Even a half an hour is the purest of tortures

Only when the power returns

We feel that we are still alive

And we feel human once again

 

© Poem – XIV/X/MMXXVI
LRET