As expected, when rail came in,
Family closeness increased.
But it wasn't from the ease of getting together,
It was from the ease of getting apart.
The thought is: a great mind of the past
Would have been much greater
Had it not been cluttered
With what can now be retrieved from machines.
Mind you: a smart-phone-pioneer-mind
Will one day be seen as a one-finger-typist
By the future computer
Into which it will have evolved.
And that advanced mind will have more conversation
With the cluttered minds pre external-smart
Than with the mind of its direct ancestor
Tap-tap-tapping away, up-to-date at the time,
But not connecting anywhere near as fast as its forbears
or whatever it became,
The difference in ease of putting together
Driving relations apart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Technology indeed does often divide and conquer especially for those still in the same room. Oh what a sharing future.