What is this thing
Called progress? I asked a girl, who stood alone,
But her phone
Did ring
And technology (the king)
Who rules all
Led her to answer that call.
What is progress? I asked a teenager sitting at his laptop.
He answered me not
For he was engaged in the plot
Of a game in his bedroom
Which he played long into the gloom.
What is progress? I asked the statistician.
She gave me rhemes of data to analyse
Which led me to pedition.
What is progress? I asked my dog as he lay in the sun
He did an answer lack
But rolled on his back
Just for fun.
This made me smile ๐ it’s interesting how you’ve managed to write about how everyone perceives things differently and also managed to shed some light on how things depend heavily on laptops and mobile phones these days ๐
Thanks for your comment. I’m glad my poem made you smile. Progress is, I believe one of the most slippery words in the English language. One man’s progress being another’s regression.