Buttons, Gongs And Buzzers Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

I love pressing buttons.
So, feeling hungry
I saw a new restaurant
with a sign that read 'Open',
press button for service.
I looked on their entrance door for a button.
I was anxious to press this button.
Like Pavlov's dog
I was compelled to find
some doorbell to press..
Push push push
press press press.
I scanned on top of their door
I looked all up and down
the side paneling and their door jam.
I couldn't find a gong to pull
a butto or a buzzer to press.
Not only could I not find one
but, after many fruitless minutes
without results,
I realized I wasn't hungry anymore.
As I sat on their outside
bench contemplating
this Zen moment;
I thought
what if there had been a button
to push, and I was
granted entrance
through
a swinging door or an open gate.
What if entering and accepting service
would not have been
in my best interest, or theirs.
Regardless, this scavenger hunt
had worn me down
But, at least their were lessons unfolding.
We press too many buttons
We are always looking for that next button to push.
Sometimes the best we can do
is not find it.
Or not create one to push,
in the first place.
But, just as Royalty needs subjects.
Actors need lines.
A theater needs an audience.
A key needs it's corresponding lock.
We search for buzzers, and buttons to push.
Commoners to Kings
are skilled at
finding buzzers, buttons to press
turning knobs, hitting key strokes
potentially setting off catastrophic chain reactions
It's important to consider
the cost/benefit
of having a plethora of buttons to push.
Such is my current dilemma.
Whether or not to push
the 'submit' button
to 'publish' this piece of work.

Buddy Bee Anthony
Re-edited 10/15/2025 @ 6: 03 PM Pacific Time

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