contemplating the frustrating

Playing solitaire
into the night
wonder one might
what does he ponder
as his fingers wander over the keys?

Does he consider as he clicks
the different ways that we might fix
the devastation, as a nation,
we have wrought upon the Earth?

Or does he cogitate the cost
of pork bellies, or the worth of an ounce of gold?
Has he grown cold to the cries of those without
and within beats not a heart, but computer code. Methinks

he thinks of poetry and art,
and, fleeing from the futile, finds
his heart seeking solace in
an electronic deck of cards.
wow aaron-

i thought i was a cynic