EULOGY - FALLING THROUGH THE CRACKS
Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2020 12:29 pm
EULOGY - FALLING THROUGH THE CRACKS ... Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBarkPoet
When you cannot keep up with technology, when you give up and won't even try,
then you're left like a leaf in a millpond, whilst the rest of the stream rushes by.
Life doesn't stand still because some folks, are falling behind in the race
it continues its way quite relentless at its frantic and maddening pace.
People fall through the cracks every minute, and their passing is nothing of note
for the rest of the world is indifferent, and there's nought of importance to quote.
We are just like the smoke of the bushfires, here today but tomorrow all gone.
nothing of us left here save our tombstones, and words we wrote as our swan song.
It's perhaps the reason that the Pharoahs built pyramids in days of old.
They knew that these tombs would be noticed, they knew their stories would be told.
And they are despite centuries passing, and we still today wonder with awe
at the mystery of history unfolding, with its secrets revealed we want more.
But our ancestors won't have much viewing of photos left on mobile phones.
Of email letters and our ebooks, a digital world quite forlorn.
We will fall through the cracks of our history, any heritage lost and long gone
and we've killed off our world in our passing - and there's none left to write her swan song.
When you cannot keep up with technology, when you give up and won't even try,
then you're left like a leaf in a millpond, whilst the rest of the stream rushes by.
Life doesn't stand still because some folks, are falling behind in the race
it continues its way quite relentless at its frantic and maddening pace.
People fall through the cracks every minute, and their passing is nothing of note
for the rest of the world is indifferent, and there's nought of importance to quote.
We are just like the smoke of the bushfires, here today but tomorrow all gone.
nothing of us left here save our tombstones, and words we wrote as our swan song.
It's perhaps the reason that the Pharoahs built pyramids in days of old.
They knew that these tombs would be noticed, they knew their stories would be told.
And they are despite centuries passing, and we still today wonder with awe
at the mystery of history unfolding, with its secrets revealed we want more.
But our ancestors won't have much viewing of photos left on mobile phones.
Of email letters and our ebooks, a digital world quite forlorn.
We will fall through the cracks of our history, any heritage lost and long gone
and we've killed off our world in our passing - and there's none left to write her swan song.
I don't know Terry, I agree that being remembered by someone is special - but can't help but think if they ignore you while you're alive it's highly unlikely they will miss you when you're gone. Does it matter? Probably not. I think I am at that stage of my life where it is starting to tick me off that age is making me increasingly invisible - perhaps it is just my perception although other friends have confirmed feeling the same way ... I don't like it.