The future from the past is often glorious
Gleaming with more then just gemstones and treasure.
And through the work may not be as labourious,
Progress has taken us too far to measure.
We don't break our backs, or sit out in the sun,
But rather confide ourselves to the office.
Sitting and staring at the screens we do shun,
Missing all but advancement as we roll dice.
And now looking back on the old golden days,
We wonder where progress has led us astray.
Since when has leisure forgotten her own praise,
And since when did we start to watch the decay
And now looking ahead we silently dream
For a beautiful future, we search for a gleam.
kinyume Community Member 
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