Now And Then Poem by Phil Soar

Sepia photographs remembering when
It took lots of ink, to write with a pen
When cameras were boxes and phones never heard
And the thought of a 'selfie' considered absurd

When driver-less cars were horses, less carts
When a lady would never admit that she farts
Where the rights of the righteous were never heard
And the thought of our freedom considered absurd

When the world was considered a place of resource
When our failure to love it would end in remorse
When the sound of no warfare was wished, but unheard
And the world as a safe place considered absurd

Sepia photographs, with us no more
Just digital jpegs in some clouded store
If you're not in the process of changing your phone
You sit in a bubble you've made all alone