My Own AI

 

My Own AI

© by Bud Lemire on June 16, 2024

I was raised, to be my own AI

I'll be that way, until the day I die

Don't need an AI, telling me what to do

I know enough, to always help get through

The AI is taking over, everything we see

They say, it's the latest technology

I'm not sure I'll like it, I'm not sure I will

When an AI tells me, I need to take a pill

They say in the future, the AI will have a mind of their own

Why they'll most likely, be listening in on the phone

They'll take over everything, humans will be obsolete

Soon you won't know if they're humans or AI, when you meet

Soon AI will know everything, and so much more

They'll even question, what do we have humans for

An AI as a robot, who resembles a human to a tee

You won't know what you're dating, in what you see

Then again I wonder, some humans aren't so good

They don't exactly do the things that they should

I guess we'll just have to, give it all a try

Yet, who decides, if the world is ready for AI

AI is taking over everything. They are really great at

all they do. But the thing is, will the AI be taking over

everything? What will become of us?

Only time will tell.  

 

Marie, A Special Friend

© by Bud Lemire on June 16, 2024

She was my “In Home”client, I met a few years ago

Every Friday afternoon, it was her home where I'd show

We played Cribbage, and we'd have a lot of fun

Time went way too fast, before long our time was done

She knew my brother Terry, he loved Cribbage too

I was happy to know someone, that my brother knew

Her daughter Deb, was my neighbor long ago

She knew me, I couldn't remember her though

Marie and I, would take time to listen to music there

She had a lot of albums, and music we would share

I came to love this woman, who loved life so strong

I knew that every Friday, this is where I belong

She had the biggest heart, of anyone I knew

Stories that she shared, so much she has been through

Every time before I'd leave, she'd have to have a hug

On the table next to her, was her coffee mug

She moved to Christian Park, then to Bishop Noa Home

That's where this Senior Companion, always loved to roam

Looking back, I'll always remember the times we shared

Of a special woman, who always showed she cared

An Angel came to get her, and said “Your time here is through”

“In the Spirit World, there's so much you'll be able to do”

Marie looked surprised, and then said “Am I dead?”

“You're more alive than ever” is what the Angel said