Man and Machine Symbiosis Mystic
Times are hard and they always were
Poverty in blood bleeds the heart
Deprivation in breath sheds the tears
Struggle in steps squeezes the sweat
Life in tatters needs a stitcher.
He became one and always was.
The faithful sewing machine
Morphed into his third hand earning
Turning nights into days he didn’t realize
A machine had become a part of him.
The tsunami brought the floods high
Washed his home and belongings away
Nothing he called his own he could keep
Except for the sewing machine a piece of him
Old and tarnished and flaking
Like what the trying times had made him
But the survival instincts they shared.
In search of a solid ground to start life again
He waded through the throttling water
With the life maker on his shoulder.
Man and machine symbiosis stronger in disaster
Reflects mutual dependence life needs to carry
Even if uncertainty seems to cloud the future
Residual hope forms a smile transcending misery.
September 17, 2017
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