It’s that old familiar feeling
Of feeling second best –
Especially when there’s Facebook
And Twitter updates to address.
To make some conversation,
I’m feeling really rather keen,
But my friend’s two eyes are fixed
Upon her phone’s illuminated screen.
My attempts at conversation,
My friend is trying to avoid;
But still I keep on pestering,
And now she’s getting annoyed.
Her other friends are virtual,
But here I am in the flesh.
It seems I’m playing second fiddle:
I’m definitely second best.
On checking her new messages,
My friend is trying to concentrate,
But I’m trying to make her listen,
And I’m now feeling quite irate.
Finally, I have had enough,
And I have a little moan –
I can’t stop myself from saying
‘You and that flippin’ phone! ’
I was hoping to be social –
Chat with her face to face,
But her virtual friends come first,
While I take second place.
For my friend’s full attention,
I’m finding it hard to compete,
So it’s with a heavy heart
That I finally admit defeat.
Maybe I should send her a message? !
Maybe communicate the same way?
Then she could read upon her screen
All the things I’ve been trying to say!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem