The time for my bed had come
So up the stairs I went,
The day had been a good one
My time had been well spent.
As I closed the curtains
I looked out to the night,
And what I saw below me
Gave me such a fright.
There walking up my street
Was a face covered in light,
No body seemed to be there
Just this face in the night.
I looked with wary eyes
Scared and shaking to the bone,
Then I saw what happened,
A man was looking at his ‘phone.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 28th, 2021 01:16
- Comment from author about the poem: True story.
- Category: Humor
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Comments5
Oh lol, good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
🙂 🙂 Andy......!
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On review, just in case there's any ambiguity, Andy - this one really did it for me. Those walking the streets heads bent into their machines really bug me, That, since I don't go out much at night is all I really know. The idea of same activity at night made me see them as all ghosts anyway....They are not in the here and now, that is for sure.
Yes they annoy me as well but it does have its funny side, one day a man was so intent looking down at his 'phone that he didn't see a fountain and tripped into it. They can be gotten at sometimes.
Andy
Interesting how tired eyes seem to see odd things. Love the song A Summer's Place. Great write Andy.
Thank you AP, much appreciated.
Andy
Nods of agreement at reading your piece of exposure dear Andy - those with phones to their ears give me a right scare in daylight not to mention their appearance in darkness.
Thank you Fay, they just do not care and miss so much that is happening around them.
Andy
yup, witty commentary is a timeless recipe my friend
thanks for the fun read
Thank you Mek.
Andy
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