A state not lightly entered into.
Might as well be considered matrimony.
Gone seem the days of those you can
Some new friends
exact a price in emails and the book
and think they're just-
ified in their feelings.
Some play, not so nice.
Social media's got real dice
and you take a chance with
the less tightly-wrapped.
Less familiar with manners
Cellphones are mere scanners
and instruments of malicious exaggeration
Unschooled in kindergarten, friends might be
more up on the slang, the slap
of turn-coats. Possess all the loyalty of
feral Tom cats. Though the manners of a cat
fare far better. Yes.
Sometimes I long for the days
of the letter. Or the land telephone.
Making sure the messages reached homes.
And people were more like people.
Instead of this "I Annonymouse cra*."
Thinking we're clever whenever we
give the coldest shoulder but
the courage to deliver it
Copyright February 13, 2012. All Rights are RESERVED by this Author.
Melissa A Howells Meloo/Tilt-a-World
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