Forgetting >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

am listening to old song
taking me to joyous ride
running up hills, chasing
grasshoppers, sleek quails
fresh cut on my thin sole
patch; chewed guava leaf
snakes sunning on dirt road
we drove them with sticks
throw stones to scare them

those were gone nobody knows
kids play with thumbs now
if you tape their thumbs
they won't live next morning
we have been creating laziness
they sit in corner with phones
growing, next thing they know
time to get a life, a nice job
watch yours grow; great tomorrow