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'' Our Ability To Communicate Had Died ''

We’ve given up the art of conversation,
This has left me feeling vexed,
Though it will fill some with elation,
Their preference is to communicate by text.

Send me an e: mail I’m busy right now,
Truth is they don’t want to talk,
It’s swollen joints this art will endow,
On your fingers it’s a terrible shock.

Why buy a book my tablet is fine,
I just delete it whenever it’s read,
I can even purchase a bottle of wine,
Or even a nice loaf of bread.

I don’t even need to go over the door,
Shops are now a thing of the past,
I send an instruction to my local store,
Everything’s then delivered quite fast.

I can see who’s calling I have the choice,
As to whether I answer or not,
If I so choose I’ll delete their voice,
Knowing I cannot get caught.

My mobile is something I would not be without,
To do so would just give me strife,
At work, rest or play let there be no doubt,
It’s an integral part of my life.

There’s no need to talk to you face to face,
Those days are now long gone,
That communication we had we’ve no need to replace,
We are witnessing a brand new dawn.

We’d become totally dependent on a mobile device,
Past talents are now out of reach,
For that mistake we paid a heavy price,
We had forfeited the power of speech.

Then one fateful day the world’s power died,
The world was in a state of despair,
Nobody could talk so everyone cried,
The past they could not repair.

Different generations going back thousands of years,
Had talents they all left behind,
Trying to resurrect them left them in tears,
As those skills they could no longer find.

Like all civilisations that have went before,
Those past abilities could not be applied,
The art of conversation we could not restore

‘’ Our Ability To Communicate Had Died ‘’

Submitted: Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, January 29, 2014

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

We become too dependent on modern technology and we forget our past,
history is littered with this problem.

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  • Bronze Star - 5,285 Points Geetha Jayakumar (1/29/2014 12:21:00 PM)

    Fantastic poem on eWorld...Today, people have no time for anything. Just all are busy with electronic devices., where everything is available at just finger tip. E mail can do many jobs. No personal visit to a place is required, few mails will do everything. Though everything is done in a short span of time, much time is saved but still people are quiet busy with themselves....It only increases the distances in relationships...People in past have lived without electronic device. But today everything has changed....Loved reading it.

    Very true said Our Ability to Communicate Had Died....... (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,580 Points Michael Morgan (1/29/2014 9:41:00 AM)

    Technology distances while talking things out (aided by facial expression, body language and vocal tone) unifies. True warmth, tolerance and understanding are the by-products of close talk- disapproved in the new culture. E-mail exists largely to share information and to sanction thoughtlessness. (political correctness) Agree with your theme. MM (Report) Reply

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