The Locksmith's Lament

A little poem I wrote many years ago. Seemingly nonsensical and trite, but as I watch the rise of AI, I wonder if we might all be feeling more and more like this locksmith

The locksmith just sits,

in his office each day,

waiting to hear

that old doorbell ring.

It ain’t all that often

that somebody needs him,

but when they come round,

that locksmith could sing:

“Oh thank you dear lock,

for breaking today!

Oh thank you old lady,

for losing your key!

If it weren’t for you,

I wouldn’t be living;

it’s hard as it is

on such a small fee.”