A poor life this is ....... ( My take on William Henry Davies's classic)
A poor life this is , filled with selfies and numerous check in's , We make no time for those in despair , including our kin .. No time to spare , or even share a few words of care , For those who need our time ,we gift them a solitaire ... No time to soak in the beauty of nature and let ourselves free, For we are too busy posing and posting , akin to a wannabe.. No time to fathom what one ought to do with one's life, For we all are preoccupied , in proving ourselves right ; thereby causing others strife... No time to extend a helping hand , but window shopping time aplenty , For we all secretly wish to be labelled as a "cognoscenti".... No time for our near & dear ones; a joyous conversation heart to heart, But surprisingly express anguish when they depart .... No time to compliment our loved ones , but plenty of time for strangers on social sites,