Hypocritic Oath Poem by Ima Ryma

My grandson came to visit me,
Had his smart phone out all the time.
Kids - so into technology,
So I complained to him that I'm
Of the old school that believes one
Should not allow a mere machine
To be depended on to run
A visit going on between
Close family in time and place.
No machine should get in the way
Of a visiting face to face.
Last thing I heard my grandson say -

Called me a hypocrite of sort,
And then unplugged my life support.