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Town Hall Lemmings

The town hall clock chimed twelve And the crowds they were a' swelling, A vision came into my mind They reminded me of lemmings. Of course there was no waiting cliff No fabled deadly leaping, Just an endless tidal flow Onwards, ever creeping. Each it seemed held a phone 'Twas quite a sight to see, No colliding nor incidents It was choreography! We have evolved a sense So we need not lift our heads, We just switch to autopilot Then chat and text instead.

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Funom Makama

Date: 10/15/2019 11:43:00 AM

Lines of sweetness, thoughts of goodness, a complete piece, wonderful craft.

Gary Smith
Date: 10/15/2019 12:05:00 PM

Thank you Funom. :)

Joe Dimino

Date: 10/8/2019 5:23:00 PM

Great poem! Amazing how technology has taken the living place.

Gary Smith
Date: 10/8/2019 5:24:00 PM

Thank you Joe. :)

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 10/7/2019 12:04:00 PM

We all look down now, not at each other at all. You have expressed this sad truth well Gary. "we need not lift our heads," So appropriate for today's youth and we older ones too.

Gary Smith
Date: 10/7/2019 1:48:00 PM

Thank you Caren. :)

P.S. Awtry

Date: 10/7/2019 10:57:00 AM

the truth is stranger than fiction! Did any Sci-Fi writers of the 80's predict this? Enjoyed your write !

Gary Smith
Date: 10/7/2019 10:57:00 AM

Thank you P.S. :)