When Friends Can'T Touch
In my youth, we played games outside
like hide-and-seek and tag; you're it.
No one wanted to stay inside,
active, we had no time to sit;
we fought in fields,
with swords and shields.
Today, everything is cockeyed,
and I'm not liking it a bit.
Computers connect kids worldwide,
but those friendships are counterfeit.
You lose so much;
when friends can’t touch.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2021
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