Of the implements men make
some are good, a few better;
there are those that can be sharpened,
repaired, or have their software updated.
Yet more than a handful are useless,
they won’t last on the shelves
but will gather the dust of neglect;
no more than a plaque on the inventor’s wall.
Lord, remind us the value of the weak!
All are wholly perishable,
In time reduced to rubble;
History writes the records,
Patents and products pile up on archival floors.
Rational creatures have choices, there
are many tools to choose from, new ones all the time.
Let our choice be to forever be as children
and may these weaknesses change the world.
Gary Edward Geraci