http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/
Prompt#248; Progress
PROGRESS
What is progress, after all?
Progress in my own life?
It can not be that
I am now a year older.
For just growing older,
Can be no claim to fame.
As all things living,
Will grow older
With each tick of the clock,
Each rise and set of the faithful sun.
No, it must be something else.
It cannot be just the
Acquisition of more information,
As my eyes and my ears,
Collect vast amounts of data constantly.
It is what I do with it.
It has been in the time of my life,
A lie was told,
About what progress was,
It was told, that it was "more."
More of everything,
To consume more,
To destroy more,
To produce more,
So if it is not more,
It must be less,
Get back to the basics,
Consider others in kindness,
Let it be no more than is needed,
Allow me to walk softly upon the earth,
Make room for those like myself
And those that are different.
Those that walk and those that fly.
