Array ( [sid] => 184826 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Invisible People [time] => 2018-01-28 18:15:36 [hometext] => [bodytext] => This generation has no space;
They live in seconds, then erase.
They don’t repair, they just delete;
For all too soon, it’s obsolete!

By the time you graduate;
Your four year tour at whizbang state;
The first 3 years of stuff you learned;
Will be outdated, over-turned.

Running just to keep your space;
Hundreds wait to take your place!
Penmanship is off the map;
Spelling, grammar, done by app.

Cellphones make you feel protected;
Fearful youll be disconnected.
Selfies bookmark every play;
One upsmanship the modern way.

Breadcrumbs left so someone knows;
Where you are and where you go;
What you see and do and eat;
With whom and when, erase, repeat.

OMG! IM HERE! ITS ME!
Some may chose to disagree;
But why else would we text and tweet?
Content to speak, but never meet.

Buried in photography;
A billion lone biographies.
Isolated, compromised;
Survival of the digitized;

Finding ways to be remembered;
In a raucous whirling blender;
Wondrous lonely generation;
Holding hands in isolation. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 21 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems ) Your Poetry Dot Com - The Invisible People


The Invisible People
Date: Sunday, 28th January 2018 @ 06:15:36 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
This generation has no space;
They live in seconds, then erase.
They don’t repair, they just delete;
For all too soon, it’s obsolete!

By the time you graduate;
Your four year tour at whizbang state;
The first 3 years of stuff you learned;
Will be outdated, over-turned.

Running just to keep your space;
Hundreds wait to take your place!
Penmanship is off the map;
Spelling, grammar, done by app.

Cellphones make you feel protected;
Fearful youll be disconnected.
Selfies bookmark every play;
One upsmanship the modern way.

Breadcrumbs left so someone knows;
Where you are and where you go;
What you see and do and eat;
With whom and when, erase, repeat.

OMG! IM HERE! ITS ME!
Some may chose to disagree;
But why else would we text and tweet?
Content to speak, but never meet.

Buried in photography;
A billion lone biographies.
Isolated, compromised;
Survival of the digitized;

Finding ways to be remembered;
In a raucous whirling blender;
Wondrous lonely generation;
Holding hands in isolation.

This poem is Copyright © softerware


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