TINKER’S DAMN (an Inventor’s Poem)

A TINKER’S DAMN

Is anything worth doing?
I ask myself sometimes
One man’s act of genius
Is someone’s wasted prime
We all complain of nothing
When nothing much is done
When everything is not much more
The difference there is none
A thousand million billion times
The Earth around the sun
Happens every day I guess
We never have outrun
Our own orbit, come what may
Is much the same as last
The Future is if truth be told
So very like the past
I wish that I could be unique
But I am far too Wise
Men before I ever lived
Did whatever then applied
Countless reams of empty words
Countless rows of books
Senseless acts and acts redeemed
You see them if you look
Yet still our Age is empty now
Of what we’ve yet to do
It may not make a tinker’s damn
Yet still it’s up to you.

One thought on “TINKER’S DAMN (an Inventor’s Poem)

  1. Jack October 7, 2014 / 7:52 pm

    This is a poem I wrote after working on an invention. I was somewhat frustrated with the lack of progress I was making and thereafter took a break and sat down to write this poem. Hope you like it.

    Don’t surrender. Everything worth doing is hard work.

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