This offering is incredibly realistic, yet very poignant. So many people today just cannot be bothered to stop their narcissistic ways and connect with family and friends. Too busy texting or posting obnoxious photos of themselves on Instagram.
I hope many folks read this well-crafted and meaningful offering.
-I'm sorry to read your note, jaybird.
-I would think they would
be delighted to have their
-My paternal grandmother
reached 95. When she was 90,
my relatives had a big celebration for her.
-I am sorry you had to write a sad poem.
-Unfortunately, this virus situation
doesn't make things any better.
-Families are having to stay apart.
-I hope writing the poem helped,
as well as getting feedback from
-All the best to you, and I
hope things improve.
My friend, I know what you mean, that feeling when you are not necessarily sad, but you just seem empty; and I have been there; quite meaningful poem in poignant verses and excellent rhymes; keep writing and thank you for sharing.
life can be terrible at times. its very sad to see the young treat the old terribly. you are right a generation gap which we all learn as we grow older and wiser. your poem was spoke truly from your heart. thanks for the read. "your so vein" means mood or humor.
Your poem definitely speaks volumes. I loved the rhyme and the flow. I am about to turn 50 and I stay on my 8 year old grandson about ALWAYS being in his phone, so I definitely get what you are saying. I think a picture would have gone well with this. Thanks for sharing.
This poem could be as an anthem for our self-possessed times - you speak such explicit truth here'They live their lives most virtually ' - if only these young people could see the 'big picture'- they too will be outdone in their life and times by some other technological advancement
I've discovered now that I am much older that even though I've gained a little, I must have been ingestion invisible tablets. They work extremely well, because people look straight through me. Well done, my friend, blessings Roy
This is a very nice poem. I used to listen to my grandmother tell stories of her and her sisters walk 5 miles one way to school, and how her mom sewed them dresses and skirts.
I thought I would never get old. Kids don't think about getting old; now I'm 62 and telling young kids in my family what school was like, and how we lived without Walmart.
Excellent poem, Jaybird. Kids do need to put those cell phones down!
Good luck in the contest.