Cellular Madness
Everywhere I go
I see people talking.
Frequently
to themselves, whilst walking.
Hands to ears,
eyes seeing little.
Sometimes whispered words
discreetly spoken.
But mostly
in a loud voice,
echoing off walls.
On street corners,
in shopping malls.
On public transport,,
getting out cars.
Sitting on benches,
in quiet city parks.
Buy,
sell,
deals done
deals broken.
Marriage proposals,
love poems, text unspoken.
Texts
to avoid meeting face to face.
Goodbye,!
I have found somebody else.
Sign of the times,
tinged with sadness.
It must be
cellular madness.
Copyright © Ken Duddle | Year Posted 2012
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