Notes About The Poem

I decided to write this when I was sitting in a restaurant watching a family staring at their phones until the waitress came over to take their order. I thought WOW , another generation and we'll lose the ability to communicate as humans forever.

Technology Wasted

was sitting in a crowd but felt so all alone
No communication, everyone staring at their phone
I just wanted to return to the life that I had tasted
No more electronic robots, I guess I'm technology wasted
Back to Bobbi socks and bobbi pins
Big hellos and happy grins
Culottes an pedal pushers, Friday night dances
Back seat in the drive in, teenage romances
At the amusement park in the penny arcade
Ferris wheel rides and pink lemonade
Walk hand in hand, sometimes act like a fool
Talk to each other as you carry her books home from school
Up in the balcony with your hands on her hips
New worlds to discover, lips touching lips
Yelling from the sidewalk can Jim come out to play
Riding down a hill while standing on a sleigh
Hanging from monkey bars, climb a tree in the park
Playing ball in the street until it was dark
Roasting potatoes on a campfire at night
Running and laughing while flying a kite
The smell of a bakery with bread baking at dawn
Lying in the grass, transistor radio on
Cotton candy at the County Fair
Butch wax or Brylcreem to train your hair
Flying high on a swing and then jumping down
Medicine show at the end of town
Picking blueberries for grandma's pies
Watching Old Yeller with tears in your eyes
At the drug store for a burger and shake
Skimming stones across the lake
Hot dogs and hamburgers on the old grill
Chase tag, hop scotch and King of the hill
Hang at the diner everyday after school
Meeting your friends at the community pool
Yes, take me back where talk wasn't a crime
Take me back to a simpler time
For all this complexity. I don't give a damn
Technology wasted is what I am.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Maverick Avatar
September 20, 2017 at 4:37 PM
Good to read the interaction in this slice of life's memories, I wouldn't be surprised if you don't get an offer on the rights to make this type of carry on into a 'really exiting' computer game.' LOL)) thanks for your visit Vince & God bless.'
Onclaud Avatar
June 6, 2016 at 12:52 PM
nice to read you again, vince.. i miss those days when inter-personal relationships were done face-to-face, along with deep emotional connection... incredible to know you're not a robot!.. huggs
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