We expect so much from on-line mail
Such avalanches overwhelm;
Time was when
letters, now called “snail”
Kept things neat - our hands on helm.
Must we respond – without delay?
Should emails all be saved “in case"?
When a quick delete sends them away;
Do we save trees when we efface?
The tension mounts, we work from home
Isolated behind
screens
New on-line colleagues are unknown;
Time off henceforth the 'stuff of dreams'.
No wonder stress
is on the rise
‘Burn Out’: a registered disease
Is this way of working wise?
Give us back our Down
Time please!
Is this way life
has to be,
With strikes and
riots for more pay?
What happened to
those breaks for tea?
A.I., maybe, leads
us astray!
(c) Poet in the woods 2023
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