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:
fighting in fields,
with swords and shields.
Today, everything is cockeyed:
and I'm not liking it a bit.
Computers connect friends worldwide
but such friendships feel counterfeit.
You lose so much:
when friends can't touch.
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