End of my working life #poem

 

all my life I have well worked,
lot of credits I had collected,
but obsolete was then my job,
and therefore of work I missed,
.
my credits so I had used,
then to learn another job,
so again I was working,
then again the work ended,

i am too old to change yet,
on my credits I will by surviving,
when they are then exhausted,
my fate will be quickly sealed,
.
because they will come and get me,
in the warehouse they will bring me,
and there I will quickly be recycled,
like any robot that’s too obsolete ,