Irony
I was certain I knew what irony was
exemplified by my discussion with an old
acquaintance about built-in obsolescence
in major household appliances manufacturers
feel should last for a decade of use and then
replaced. Perhaps more discretion might have
helped rather than boasting my stove was
a quarter-century old and my dishwasher
just behind it. A week later !kaput! I was
washing dishes by hand and I've been treating
my stove with kid gloves ever since. And then
I read that India is reeling under a cycle of
drought and inundation with rain events so
severe massive flooding results, but the
monsoon timing traditionally relied upon
for crops to flourish and come to harvest
are no longer reliable and despite horrendous
amounts of rainfall an acute shortage of
potable water exists such that mothers refrain
from even brushing their teeth lest they
deprive their children from the necessity
of their own indispensable hygiene habit.
Wednesday, December 11, 2019
Labels:
Poetry
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