There Was a Time -- There Was a Day

There was a time, my young friend, when you entered a room
   and greeted other people, helped camaraderie and friendship bloom

There was a day, my young friend, when you boarded a train
   and talked to the passenger next to to you, in conversation sustained

There was an era, my young friend, an era of friendly association
   when folks made time for one another, for mutual affirmation

There was such a time, I recall it for sure, now swept away on a tide
                                                                         of digital information
   ~ See what's become of us, my young friend -- a shadow-people
                                                                    subsisting in stark isolation
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Robinson Jr. Avatar
December 5, 2018 at 10:47 AM
WoW! This heat bloom poem blew me away w/its truthful penetration, Gershon. A mind melding poem of much thought-provoking educating. Great poem, my dear friend. Keep the love and knowledge flowing. Love and gentle bear hugs always.
Wolf Avatar
December 5, 2018 at 1:28 PM
Your encouragement has brightened my day! I can't thank you enough. Most appreciated, my poetic friend. Best of the season! ~ Gershon
Green Avatar
December 4, 2018 at 11:55 AM
What I want to know is, did your young friend hear a word you said or was he or she too engulfed in their phone or tablet. I remember these days my friend and I miss them. Nicely done GW
Wolf Avatar
December 4, 2018 at 9:35 PM
'My young friend' = hundreds of students I have taught over the last 5 or 6 years. :)
Blown Avatar
December 3, 2018 at 8:09 PM
nice write...in a few decades the present generation will be saying 'there was a time we talked on social media'... lol : )
Wolf Avatar
December 4, 2018 at 9:35 PM
You're right!! :)
Leffanta Avatar
December 3, 2018 at 7:26 PM
Naught to worry! They are dying like fleas in crosswalks, motor accidents, etc., forcing others to communicate (even though their command of the language does not equal yours)! Aloha! Rico
Wolf Avatar
December 4, 2018 at 9:36 PM
Oh, I'm sure their command of the language far surpasses mine... No doubt about it....Whose doesn't?
Cunningham Avatar
December 3, 2018 at 5:05 PM
Sad how things have turned out, people no longer communicate but spend their lives glued to tech devices'. Tom.
Wolf Avatar
December 3, 2018 at 7:37 PM
So true and so sad...
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