Eyes Down Poem by Angela Wybrow

She ambles along with her eyes on the screen:
Doesn’t know where she’s going or where she has been.
Doesn’t know what’s behind her or up ahead:
If she’s not careful, she may end up dead.

With mobile in hand, she has tunnel vision;
Her mobile menagerie may affect her decisions.
To the slimline screen, her two eyes are glued:
As to what’s happening around her, she isn’t too clued.

She doesn’t see who’s approaching or who has passed by;
Only for her mobile, does she ever cast an eye.
She doesn’t see cars; she doesn’t see puddles;
She doesn’t see the ‘hoodies’ all grouped in a huddle.

She doesn’t sense danger; she doesn’t feel fear:
Any words of warning, she may well not hear.
Her lack of concentration may well seal her fate –
And all because of a Facebook status update.