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.
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A poem that I couldn't agree with more! It saddens me to see children and teenagers today who spend the majority of their days on their phones, computers, tablets, etc. I am one of those who can't even find the pleasure of reading a book on an e-reader! I need to have that sense of feeling my hands turn the pages and getting a whiff of the printed words on the page as it's turned. A wonderful poem on remembering the used to be's!