I’ve heard lots ‘bout Bitcoin
But don’t know what it is.
So, I’ve begun a research
To follow up the biz.

Bitcoin must mean something,
Tho’ the term sounds strange.
Does it replace the dollar?
Or maybe it’s just change?

As to what ‘Bitcoin’ is,
I still have not a clue.
But reports here and there
Declares what it can do.

Bitcoin. Bitcoin. Hmmm!
For all the talk that’s made,
According to my theory,
It has to do with trade.

Coffers of the poets seem full
Of things both good and bad.
The things that keep men wake at night
The sadness to be had.

There is so much to write about
As we reflect our world
Of all the things we see and hear
Emotions that unfurl.

To peer about on these dark days…
Not much to laugh about.
But, sometimes, we poets write
Of things that bear no clout.

Such is the nature of our world
Come good or bad. E’en strife.
Everything's not all 'rosy'
In the Seasons of life.

Some folks live for Black Friday,
Camping out for hours on end—
Even in subfreezing temps
Accosting sales ‘fore they end.

Betimes midst violent outbreaks,
Folks grab their most-prized things.
There’s pushing, shoving, clutching:
Toys—clothes—tech tools—bling.

Black Friday has been fashioned
To save the brick and mortars
Technology’s changed the game—
On line is the order.

This plan devised by merchants
Lures shoppers to the stores,
Else all the brick and mortars
Would have to close their doors.

Some people are true dreamers.
They make you dream too,
Simply by considering
The things you see them do.

A burst of inspiration
Such dreamer seems to ooze,
And someday you're wanting
To follow in their shoes.

Some folks are dream stealers.
With nothing else to do,
But to sow discouragement.
Don’t let that thief be you

Bravo to Toys for Tots
For giving Kids a lift:
With smiles and a dream,
They grant the tots a gift.

With hope and a hug,
And whate’er means they could,
We see them reaching out,
As 'compassion' would.

Bravo to Toys for Tots…
Faithfully there each year
Making dreams come true;
Showing that they care.

Artificial Intelligence,
Where is it leading to?
When you think you’ve heard it all,
Men seek much more to do.

Service drones and driverless cars
Micro Chips. And robots.
Will there be jobs for human kind?
Perhaps not as it ought.

Who would trust a driverless car?
I don’t think that I could.
But then if it were all I had,
I’m pretty sure I would.

Oh, the changing face of time
Is like an aging one.
The aged, with landmarks, will be gone,
When all is said and done.

And very soon the times will be
Left to the young and strong.
The aged won't discern the years,
Cause their time will be gone.

The ole flu bug took to the skies
To see what he could do
Making winter miserable
Cold and wet and BLUE.
‘No pity here’ he clearly shows,
Skyrocketing around—
Effectuating his mission
To knock you to the ground.
So be wary everyone.
Be careful in all things,
Because the seasonal flu bug
Is waiting in the wings.