"Bleeping,
Blinkin'
Kids!"

One day old,
And,
Already,
She's doing:
Harder drugs,
Hooked to
Higher tech,
Than dear, old,
Mid-life, Dad
Ever did.

Hold baby,
Hold fast now.
Opiates
And O2
Croon your
Lullabies.
Carry you through:
Archetypes,
Savannahs,
Breaking dreams.

Death haunts us
Every second,
Of every day.
We all wait,
For our time.
Your own while
Is not yet spent.
So, hold babe.
Not so fast,
Not quite yet.