What is this life if full of care

Throughout the day we continue to stare

At screens electronic, texts, e-mail

Afraid that without them we are doomed to fail

In this competitive world, in this rat race

There is no room for a snail’s leisurely pace

Deprived of our smart phones, we feel incomplete

Wish all life’s problems were amenable to “delete”

Connectivity is paramount wherever we go

Electronic isolation would be a massive blow

We need our devices even to unwind

Hear music on i-pods to soothe our tired minds

We have our new e-lives, about which we care

Of course there’s no time to stop and stare!

P.S. This poem was written on a smart-phone on my evening commute after being exasperated by a series of texts.