Hunched over
in a chair
Reading you
can see
The old man
Just
enjoying himself
A newspaper
you would think
Is grabbing
his attention
But alas
No it’s the modem
day technology
That has his
full attention
Ipad in hand
he sits there.
Scrolling
all day long
Reading
every little detail
That happens
to catch his eye
From the
latest news
To pictures
of his hometown
Anything
goes for the old man
Too much his
wife doth cry
“He’s addicted
to the thing”
“He can
never remember
To make his
bed”
The only
time he doth raise his head
Is when food
is ready
So this old
man
Is as bad as
the young one
The very
same way they act
Head over
the screen
Never
lifting it
Until that
word is called
That one
most powerful word
For a guy
that is
FOOD
So the
mother of sons
And the
wives of old men
Are stuck in
the same rut
There boys won’t
read
They hardly
life their heads
Just to fill
there stomachs
With her
amazing food
Maybe if
they’re blessed
They will
life their heads
Giving up
there precious technology
To show you
something cool
So these
mothers and wives
Sit and
wonder
What life
would be like
Without technology
JH
3-9-15
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