With my shiny new telephone <br />I can see what distant old friends are up to <br />see them getting old and fat and having kids <br />I can check my email from anywhere I get signal <br />I am on call at work day and night seven days a week <br />to keep the corporate network from crashing <br />I can play multiple games of chess with complete strangers <br />Some I beat <br />Others beat me <br />People send me messages with funny pictures of cats <br />I look up trivial information with the swipe of a thumb <br />wondering if the people making the free encyclopedias know <br />what they're talking about <br />It tells me all this with beeps and clicks and buzzes <br />so I'm always connected to everyone anywhere anytime <br />But I can't seem to pick it up <br />and tell you how sorry I am<br /><br />Charles Darkly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smartphone/
