Too Fast For Me
The world all ‘round is moving fast,
it goes a-whizzing by,
the way its moves so frightens me,
I can only sit and cry.
Now everything is “drive-through”
or “overnight express”.
In every line I own the rear,
my more is always less.
The young folks say I poke along;
I think I’m in a trot.
They finish before I’ve started,
they’ve zipped before I squat.
Their thumbs growing sharp from texting,
it’s changed the way we spell.
Since they’ve dreamed-up all these shortcuts,
I’m tardy before the bell.
So I’m sittin’ on the sidelines,
ain’t gonna run no mo’
for the way they zip ‘round and ‘round,
I’m ‘fraid they’ll start to glow.
Marcus Omer got serious about writing after he retired in 1997. He draws his inspiration from the many emotions we experience in life. He has published Of Sunshine and Clouds with iUniverse and The Winding Road with Shadow Poetry. He’s also published in Snippets, The Magic of Words and several issues of Golden Words.