A conscience tap
Requires a lap
Around the hood
For my own good.
I’d rather sit
Or read or knit,
But I will walk
To thwart the clock
And trim the rump
And fuel the pump
So I won’t fold
Because I’m old.
A Current Event
My Fitbit and my phone converse.
Is this a blessing or a curse?
I’m monitored both night and day.
My sleep is rated yea or nay.
And then to make this work, of course,
I have to find a power source
So current flows and slowly swells
The phone and Fitbit’s charging cells.
Someday, when this has all transpired,
I may get tired of being wired.
Lamenting the End of a Relationship
How close we were; our lives entwined:
How could this fool leave you behind?
I miss your charming face so much—
Your intellect—your voice—your touch.
To love again? I’ll have to chance it,
Dear phone I lost on public transit.