It's far too easy to complain
And whingeing people are a pain
Yet I wonder what prompts them to see
The glass half-empty – it could be
Half-full if they'd look around
Life's much to offer and astound
But we don't know how others live
So we expect what they can't give.
Our colleagues, pressured, do their best
But deadlines loom – no time to rest
Work is non–stop - we're time-poor
Warning health signs we ignore...
Cell phones now have pride of place
But high tech has an ugly face
Common courtesy is dying
Just the very old and young are trying
To make sense of this sterile art;
Computers rule – the future's dark
No wonder some poor souls complain;
Life's tough indeed in the fast lane!
(c) Poet in the woods 2015