Modern Times

 

We’re wearing down

The machine is tired of its gears

And certain teeth are broken

Threatening the sprockets

We’re not talking factories

They can belch forever,

So it seems

It’s our industry that’s on the line

The kind that makes relationships

With flesh and with metal

That makes our efforts viable

 

It takes fuel, cereal in the morning

Tea in the afternoon

Sympathy for sibling feelings

Openness for a surprise

Should evening come

With newness in the night

 

It isn’t entropy, just yet

We still have flesh

And boundaries

The universe isn’t done with us

It expands but is so far from

Dissolution

 

Find a reason, then

To keep it going,

The cosmos for a day

With our place inside

 

C L Couch

 

 

Modern Times is a 1936 American silent comedy film written and directed by Charlie Chaplin in which his iconic Little Tramp character struggles to survive in the modern, industrialized world.

(Wikipedia)

 

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