Man Since Cave

It's too cool here and for long, Let's warm it up a wee bit. And too dull for my liking, Someone said adding to that, Let's liven it up a bit. Third one: and slow, is not it? Let's accelerate a bit. Man got him tools and machines Forged in heat and made with noise, Slowly he pushed farther still, And made noise part of his life, And life slowly turned to strife. He now finds it far too warm, Noisy even by his norm, Too fast-paced for his own good, As truth by nature is rude, And though he's loathe to confess, What he paid for whims and mood, He now loves to call progress, The price he pays for success. Though he puts up a front brave, Men might soon crave for the cave. ______________________________________ Reflections | 03.02.16 |