The Song of the Phone
Richard
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With fingers weary and worn,
And eyes heavy and red,
A person sits, all alone, forlorn,
A phone held in bed.
Swipe! Scroll! Swipe!
Through the newsfeed's endless flow,
And still, with a vacant stare, they type,
In phone's pale, ghostly glow.
Tap, tap, tap,
On the glass, cold and bright,
'Til the sun outside starts to lap,
And shadows yield to light.
Oh! Men with sisters dear!
Oh! Men with mothers and wives!
Is it not souls you should hold so near,
Not the screens rule your lives!
Swipe! Scroll! Swipe!
Through curated, filtered scenes,
Where happiness is always ripe,
And life's a highlight reel, it seems.
Compare, contrast, despair,
In this digital, mirrored hall,
Is it joy that you find there?
Or the of a bitter fall?
Tap, tap, tap,
In the of the room,
While the real world takes a nap,
And relationships wilt in the gloom.
Love letters left unread,
Conversations left unsaid,
For the phone calls, a siren's spread,
A connection to nowhere, instead.
Oh! But to breathe air,
And to feel the sun's warm kiss,
To this digital snare,
And find true human bliss.
But phone's grip is tight,
A constant, hungry need,
In darkness of the night,
On its endless feed, they feed.
Swipe! Scroll! Swipe!
From dawn 'til day is done,
life lived in a digital stripe,
A race that can't be won.
Tap, tap, tap,
Though their spirit starts fray,
They're caught in the phone's cruel trap,
And can't look away, can't look away.
With fingers weary worn,
And eyes heavy and red,
A person sits, alone, forlorn,
A phone held tight in bed.
Swipe! Scroll! Swipe!
In a world that's lost its way,
They've their soul, swipe by swipe,
For a screen's cold, sway.