Eyes glued to a screen
A silence rippling across
All conversation has been lost
What does it all mean?
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For years they would climb trees
They’d play beneath the sun
But now, it seems, those times are done
Is this problem soon to seize?
Their arms would be wrapped in a cast
but of which they received from having a blast
It seems, though, that this could not last
as technology came just a little too fast
Maybe someday these times will return
and the greatest lesson they can learn
Is that technology, while fine in its own right
can never emulate the joy that kicking a soccer ball might.
For there is so much to be seen
If one just steps away from the screen.
