Gold
Old like the sun
New like the dawn
That paints everything in it's path
nothing left untouched
un-beautified
I blossom like a flower under it's warmth
rooted in concrete, covered in thorns
yet resilient, nonetheless.
Gold is a fever, a rush, a mineral
I am a mist, morning dew, a dash at a funeral
Not all that glitters is gold,
Not all that is wise is old,
Gold is the last thing to melt under fire
after the diamonds, ore and ire
after all things shiny and flashy
Gold stands strong, lastly.
Let me pass through, and come out as gold.
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— Ai Intrusion ~ Are you Next ~ Is Ai Evolution after your job? — Few workplaces haven't been affected. Ai is in supermarkets, at doctors' offices, and even monitoring farms. I just can't think of anything this machine is not getting into, can you? For instance: Education ~ Law and Tech jobs will one day have a major influence or be taken over by these inanimate machines, with accuracy and vigor. From mechanics' diagnoses to a wide variety of everyday jobs, including fast food workers, with this input having the ability to cut their unnecessary work hours. I'm certain all of us have been touched by this with our short stories and colorful headings, have you? Even comments are very questionable 'Non-Robot' insertions.
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