Relays
Times of old,
times of ease
have slipped in whole.
I have the keys,
to a new world,
people to please,
and money to earn.
How did slow summer days
where we could mess around
turn into an office place
that repeat in relays.
Today and from now on,
these days are just a memory,
and life now goes on
as I grasp the keys.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world