On Growing Old
Means 24 hours of silence
Except for occasional calls.
Calls that are ended with
"I'm just too busy now."
Means not wanting to eat
And worse, always eating alone.
The food is tasteless or in a bag,
Just tastes like an old rag
Means your pet shares your heartbreak,
But just can't talk to you.
They can't help you when you fall,
That's why we wear alert buttons
We are told it's our "all!"
Means hard to get across the room,
Fear of crashing down the stairs.
But you can drive all day, they say...
Talking to yourself all the way!
Human contact by email only?
Saying, really nothing
Except those cold harsh words
Sent by my iPad.
No! it did not.
What iPad Pays the bill?
An iPad is not human at all
It's a technological wall.
Where hearts can't touch
And people hide their lives
Some older~live through movies..news!
Ignoring the technological ruse!
That humanity can't exist
Hiding from one another, bemused.
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