What is this life, if full of care,

We social network, unaware....

We sit indoors, connect with friends,

Whilst interaction dies and ends.


No time to spend with kids or spouse,

Thoughts ever beyond the home and house.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Our lives descending into plight.

No time to notice real life's glance,

Viewed from an iPad screen askance.

No time to wait, do things with ease,

Crippled by virtuality's disease.

A poor life this if, full of care,

We social network, unaware.

Matt Revans
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