Answering Machine Woes
Sometimes I yearn for a human voice,
when I hear a machine's electronic beep.
The science of the answering machine
puts my human heart to sleep.
In the struggle to find a conversation,
many recorded messages are found.
But my weary ears dream of
the comforting tone of human sound.
Dealing with the voice of mechanical objects
becomes a daily task I must face.
In this growing world of technology,
the human connection loses its place.
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