National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Friday, 3 August 2018

Phone crossing

day 128


I wonder if the future will happen at all
Unless its at the end of a phone
People seem to use them so much
and never leave them alone

They are in the hands of mothers
checking their profile  in streets
While their kids look from their prams
While their mother is checking her tweets

Even when cross the fast roads
I see people that don't even look
Being hit by a cars less important
than checking for hits on Face book

I see others with hands on their mobiles
they never can put them away
They would rather let go of their children
Than miss that silly  phone for a day

I saw a mother in my town
Her child was behind her quite far
She was far to busy on her mobile
To hear the hard breaks of a car

They child was fine and not damaged
The driver was quick no mistake!
No thought of her child being killed there
was enough to give her phone a break!

I see fathers as well on the roadside
Never teaching their kids stop and look
I am guessing they're all bloody sharing
About how to cross roads, on Facebook!

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