They walk down the street,
Heads lowered to the ground,
As if not a soul is
Anywhere around
Cars may pass,
people walking by,
On concrete or on grass,
world has shrunk -what remains is the “I”.
No, the world 's an oyster,
press a button and see,
a private space-my cloister,
Whatever I want I can be.
I can text, talk and skype,
any place any hour ,
whether to praise or to gripe,
its within everyone's power
no longer apart,
or terribly bored,
now instantly smart
entertained as a lord.
A mirror to look at
and indulgently preen,
the world’s again flat,
its all on a screen.
Ere the I phone,
not long ago
Feeling so alone
Without a place to go
But now, beyond space and time,
a gentle tap,
on the lap,
no need Mt. Everest to climb
The world at finger's tip
Like God feel divine
From app to app we flip,
our shrine , a click on line.
Life is now a great joy,
so eat , drink and be merry,
As long as your toy
is a Noika or Blackberry.
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