Tuesday, October 18, 2016

And this our life, exempt from public haunt...

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Build

Nought for reading, one to learn,
Two for who knows what, and fun.
Three for testing some new thing,
Four for shocks the thing could bring.
Five for when you love your mother.
Six for when you'd like another.
Seven because there is still hope.
Eight because one hit, no scope.

And after eight, where machines end,
A human being may find a friend.
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1 comments:

Yash Raj Talan said...

Lovely poem- simple and delightful.
Does eight here refer to the time, ie. eight o' clock?
If no, I did not quite understand the last two lines right. Care to explain?

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