Weak Instruments

Gary Edward Geraci

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

  • Author: Gary Edward Geraci (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 9th, 2022 16:09
  • Category: Friendship
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  • orchidee

    Good write Gary.
    You on the rubbish dump?! Well, nope, you didn't mean throw ourselves away as rubbish and useless. 🙂
    I read a stomach-churning story about some people living off a rubbish dump. You won't feel well if I tell you it.



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