“Kaleb-One” [Buffet Series] [A-Series]

A quiet, unassuming type he is,
So "Giver" from the finance-sector biz?
Stepped up to help me navigate my phone,
That scene whenceforth I will not be alone.

Dyslexia does not improve with age;
More, props and crutches, tools, and wisdom-sage,
Now fall away and leave us in harm's way,
With memories of brighter fairer days.

Marg sent her cash – "E-transfer" – there's a twist;
I had to set it up – he gave a list
Of what to do once things got underway –
Small triumph in this techno-crazy day.

So in between was where friend Kaleb stepped,
With patience far exceeding mine, and yet
I had Your grace to "uncle" say, despite
The urgent need to flee, give up the fight.

For aging is a challenge we all face;
The part that's left when death is not the case
(Like dad, and John, then mom, and almost Fritz);
Though life is short – for all, it all gets blixed.

I don't know what was going through his mind;
"Dyslexia" he knew, and he was kind;
“Alzheimer's” too, my current context-scene;
But that's ahead, and ’round, behind – and mean.

So anyway, Marg pushed to learn new tricks;
As "Tia" showed, “old dogs” are in the pix;
One more assignment up ahead for me,
In seven months – exciting times indeed!

For it's in business-finance sector now,
I've been assigned, as Spirit will allow
Me to move in, as one amongst a group
Who work within, as up-and-coming troop.

For its these people, where ‘disruption’ reigns,
Who work to make things work in money-game
(Now Bitcoin's reached 100-K apiece,
Etherium as well (to work released).

But that's the model for our age, I think –
Develop tools like “coin”, and in a blink
Life can improve; disruption's part of life,
As a young replace the old, as day, this night.

Thanks Holy Spirit for this.

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