Disconnected

No T.V., no internet, what are we to do, just look at us! I remember a time, it wasn’t such a fuss. Where pleasure and creativity we could find without such things to entertain humankind. We could look around and we could see All the jewels of life waiting to be. A life so good, a sun so bright, While sharing it all with family; what a delight! We wake up in the morning with smiles all around, For there certainly be a love one to be found. We’d notice the cold floors tickle our toes, Now it tablets and i-phones up everyone’s nose. We stepped out the door to start a new day Not with text messages but hugs and kisses leading the way. Our generation was tight knit and grand, We all worked together with one purpose at hand. That our next generation would have better opportunity, With ever so much, and always have plenty. And for the life we had, we knew we were blessed, So we store up the extra to help out the rest. We welcomed the strangers that came by our way, We offered a meal and invited them to stay. Today, if the door bell rings, we jump up in fret If not forewarned by a previous text. A variety of friends, we’ve made through the years, Not by facebook request, but by having listening ears. Don’t get me wrong, I love the new technology of this time, But replacing one for the other is but a crime. No T.V., no internet, now six days has past, And from it a poem is written, and that is that, at last. For today we got reconnected, But remembering that at time it’s better to stay disconnected.