Dear all,
At least one of us has been working too much, as in all year long, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten about any of you or that I can't find the time to wish you all a Merry Christmas. It's just that, as I write this, I'm grading a ton of mediocre papers that are the result of endless cutting and pasting sessions with a touch of millennial-friendly A.I. That's why today's poem is called Christmas Ode to the Cut 'n' Paste Generation. Enjoy.
In the meantime, have fun today and talk to you soon.
Blue
In pixels bright, our lives are rearranged,
With copy, paste, and scroll, we make our way.
Through fragmented thoughts, our world’s been changed,
Where fleeting words and images hold sway.
Once crafted lines, now swiped with ease and speed,
A patchwork quilt of borrowed, scattered thoughts.
No time to linger, pause, or truly read,
We search for meaning in the web’s bright knots.
Yet in this age of swift and fleeting grace,
A Christmas pause reminds us to reflect,
For though our hands may cut, our hearts embrace,
The deeper truths that digital can't detect.
So let us, in this season's quiet light,
Pause, and find the soul behind that damn blue byte.
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Merry Christmas
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