Graveyards of the Past
Technology appears anew,
as Progress must advance,
and past inventions take their cue,
resigned without a glance.

Replacements serve us humans well,
each polishing the last,
the obsolete are left to dwell
in graveyards of the past.

No time for aged, passé machines,
too quickly Progress comes,
as retrogressive metal scenes
are views of low-tech slums.

How sad to see what once was used
to save us work and time,
now tossed aside, disfigured, bruised,
a shadow of its prime.


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WAN   WAN wrote
on 6/5/2009 9:36:34 PM
this poem goes very well with ECONOMICS- People wanted more:) that will never end like numbers and words...well done !

StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 6/5/2009 1:05:34 AM
So very true. We create and we use up and we destroy and then the cycle starts anew. Good thought here for you nailed society as a whole in this.

Shadowofsatan666   Shadowofsatan666 wrote
on 6/4/2009 3:15:13 AM
human kind is unsure of it self. We want to live our lives as easy as possible. man is a hard creature to please. It's sad really, basicly we are on our way to self destruction. we feel the need to inprove on something that was already perfect. But then again nothing will ever be good enough for the majority. Great poem, for it is all so true.

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