Now that I have reached my fifties
Things I thought once kind of nifty
Now have permeated life
But ‘stead of ease, they’ve brought us strife
What once was storied, now contrary
No one goes to the library
A CD player? A VHS?
Once less was more, now less is less
If you have dough that ever grows
There is no place you cannot go
Who thought you’d ever carve a path
To outer space but not know math?
And now approaches dread A.I.
We made this mess! I ask, but why?
What’s left for us on this blue ball
When tech is smarter than us all?
What good are we if with one button
Out spits something out of nothin’?
I think I’ll go straight back to bed
And plead denial in my head
In quiet try to make some sense
With my quite “real” intelligence!