If I could have my time over,
I would do it all differently
and not treat each precious moment
with such disregard and flippancy.
I would use my time effectively,
I would think ahead and plan.
I would reserve my stores of energy,
and take charge when I can.
But it’s too late in the journey
for regret, too late to repent –
because there’s not a socket in sight,
and my battery’s on one per ce
You are always
on your phone,
playing games,
taking pics,
while life slips by
unknown.
Sent from my iPhone6
Streets shrug as we roam back to our homes,
obstacle courses of lampposts and cones.
For we shall stare at mobile phones.
Landmarks languish and attractions close;
statues, cathedrals, Byzantine domes.
For we shall stare at mobile phones.
Reading gets shelved, poetry and prose,
with the dusty rebuke of neglected tomes.
For we shall stare at mobile phones.
Conversation falters, dries up, unflows,
feelings once said, lie buried, unknown.
For we shall stare at mobile phones.
Yes, we shall stare at mobile phones,
when we’re together and when we’re alone.
For we shall stare at mobile phones.
And when we die, let’s hope they’re thrown
into the pit with our crumbling bones.
So that we might stare at mobile phones.
On the phone, the police found some photos
Of its owner skewered on a hilltop in Devon.
It appeared his possession of a selfie stick
Provided both the motive and murder weapon.
