Homeroom Poem by Godfrey Torrance

The women apply make-up And talk on the phone
The men work on homework Toiling, all alone

The I-phones are out An I-message sent
The thought of giving up: Texting for lent

But what the people don't see
Is the world all around them
Always changing itself
Into a beautiful blue-gem

Blinded by the toil of life,
Love, and happiness,
While all they will find Is an everlasting blackness

It wasn't always this way
Before technology, and phones
People would read books
Even so on their own!

Even if it were, a decade ago
Conversations would be had
Even on the down low
Because the modern world

Is something of straight upheaval
Making conversation
Into something medieval

So look up, from whatever it is you do
And maybe you'll find
A better life, through, and through.