Getting Worse

Nothing ever stays the same
And yet, in ways diverse,
Instead of real improvement,
It seems things are getting worse.

Perhaps if I were younger,
Optimistic thoughts would reign
And I wouldn’t find so much
About which I can’t help complain.

I will not list my worries
Or the reasons I feel stressed,
So, although the future’s waiting,
I think I’ll be unimpressed.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Flood Avatar
October 11, 2024 at 3:37 PM
[I live in jeans and t-shirts, no need be impressed… for in the future I perceive… I shall be overdressed.] I think what you describe is the new ‘normal think’… let’s hope the loons finally go too far and ‘we’ bury them. Whatever your worries, Ilene, write on. Hope all is well with you.
Greenhough Avatar
October 10, 2024 at 6:02 PM
For me, it is more like a roller coaster. Winning the lottery might help.
Allison Avatar
October 10, 2024 at 4:15 PM
To be honest Ilene with the way the world is going I dont think the youngsters are optimistic about the future. i was chatting with someone who works in the IT industry he reckoned with the next 10 years AI will be doing many of the jobs humans do, :-( hugs Jan xx
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