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,

      Bereft of humanity ,we lament and share rewrites....

Is this who we really are, or are we putting on a facade ?

    I think it is time we give ourselves a good prod...

Agreed man is a social animal ,but sadly,most of the times we behave worse off than animals ...

       For unlike them, we give the least priority to emotions and utmost to tangibles ....

Probably that is why we know the price of everything ,but the true value of none....

   And yet crave for everything under the sun..... 

A poor life this is , filled with selfies and numerous check in's,

    We make no time for those in despair , including our kin ..