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the things people post

I see so many posts these days, about which is right, and new found starry arrays,
post explaining how it always pays, and post saying were just going through another phase,
about pop, and rap and the sounds of bebop, and how it should be taken to heart, 
the way we express ourself, is truly art, but I don’t see em, hanging our words, in a museum,
just hanging in a post, we never know will ever get seen, 
or maybe read by most, if the language is, or isn't obscene. 
I see posts about some new invention, and post filled with someones good intention,
and post that never seem to mention, a point of view, or an opinion, 
they just want to rule their own dominion,  and thats cool, although I don’t know why, 
and all those post that break my heart, and cause me to cry, 
with tears streaming down my cheek, sometimes I stay sad for a week, 
as  I begin wondering, if with and thru post is how we now speak, 
and is eye contact a thing we still desire and seek, 
yes sometimes i think the only way we will ever show our affection 
is the times we have lost our internet connection, 
is it only then, we take time for needed, insightful reflection, 
to wisely find or simply change our direction, 
back to when we can feel, a smiles infection, 
or catch a glimpse of things, that once easily had a familiar way of detection, 
by gestures as we chatted giving each other the old dreaded once over,
 as we awaited a nod of approval after our eyes completed a thorough inspection, 
yes many things have changed, and many lives have seemed to have been rearranged, 
once to me Post was just something good at breakfast to eat, 
it wasn't a way for people to talk or to meet, not a way they would choose 
over a kindly shake of a hand when you had someone to greet,
respectfully, you didn’t mind paying your dues, 
when your hands were kept busy, out in the shop, wisely using a tool
I guess I’m just one more from the ol skool, I like things to be real, 
when you made a deal, you didn't need a receipt, 
your word was solid just like concrete, you weren't looking for someone to beat, 
you were always willing to give your utmost, 
and it was still wrong, if you chose, to steal and cheat,
we never really saw any need, 
we simply would or would not come to a place where we agreed, 
perhaps with a glass and toast, I guess now we’re just a dyin breed,
 never, ever seeing the need to snivel and let our hearts bleed, 
for the whole world to see and to read, never having a desire,
 to boldly and blatantly boast, in some foolish old advertisement, 
now we’re all so smart, as we criticize and our words tear each other apart, 
and then we formally, very casually, call it a post........... 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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