How useless we all are.............

I sit perched on my chair
doing officious odds,
if undone, who would care?
if done , who would applaud?

I look out through the tinted glass
of my serious office.
Musing of what is and was
through times' endless abyss.

The grey leaves have been shed
Like an orphan child,
and ready to strike with a looming threat
Age lies like a viper coiled.

I will pass and so will we
without leaving a scar,
and time will always repartee
How useless we all are..........