Below is the poem entitled Life Is Just a Bag of Onions which was written by poet
Guzzi. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Courting days are long over now
men, well, what does define a man,
certainly it is not merely physical.
Does a man let a woman cry?
Does a man make a woman cry?
When did men stop carrying handkerchiefs?
The theater is mostly empty now.
no sedans emptying bushel loads of kids
no popcorn flying through the Saturday afternoon air
The kids are reigned in plopped in front of laptops
too elastically rubber-kneed to walk
more than from the bed to the chair.
[I mean the lounge chair] where they slouch in perpetuity.
A decade or two of total couch potatoes
now sit glued to their IPhone, IPods, Kindle’s
not writing, not composing but gaming.
It’s enough to make a mother cry.
Fathers rush down packed highways,
single sardines in smaller and smaller cans,
toward their own desktop comps.
Carpal tunnel runs rampant over the populous.
And, we all cry-on, emptying box,
after box of environmentally correct
reused paper tissues into landfills.