How has technology changed your job?
Technology is not my boss, you see,
It bends to serve the will in me.
A spark that hums, a fleeting light
But I decide what’s wrong or right.
It types my thoughts with swift delight,
Yet words are born from inner sight.
A screen may show what scans reveal,
But only hands like mine can heal.
And though it speaks with boundless might,
It knows no pain, it craves no light.
Technology moves at my demand
A tool of steel, a mindless hand.
So let it fly, and let it race
I’ll use its strength, but set the pace.
Simi says... 