In today’s society something is missing, <br />the art of conversation. <br />Nearly everyone forty and under <br />has a phone in their hand, <br />call It a mobile or a cell <br />it doesn’t matter which. <br />They use it twenty-four seven <br />not only for talking, but texting. <br />You see them in a restaurant <br />texting the person opposite only a foot away. <br />They say they do it because of the noise <br />and the noise they refer to is other phones ringing. <br />However, they don’t realise just how silly they look. <br />What could take a few minutes <br />takes more minutes to text. <br />Sometimes they even forget what they are eating <br />and pop their phone in their mouth. <br />A phone doesn’t taste as nice as a juicy sirloin steak. <br />When they order their phone, <br />they could order different colours. <br />Brown like gravy, <br />red like tomato sauce, <br />yellow like mustard <br />and put them all on their steak <br />like a deck of cards, <br />then shuffle them as they wait <br />for the next text to arrive. <br />Silly yes and maybe one day <br />they’ll look around at everyone <br />fiddling with their phones <br />and realize just how funny they look <br />and the art of conversation <br />may come back again. <br />Fingers crossed that might happen <br />and instead of them thinking to themselves <br />that I’m never alone with a phone. <br /> <br /> <br />(9 July 2011)<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-art-of-conversation-fun-poem-126/
