I Throw Up My Hands

I Throw Up My Hands At The Attention Span

Of Those Corrupted And Tech Interrupted

And Wanting Everything By Some Immediacy

Who Can't Speak In Language Nor Even Spell

Who Expect All Knowledge To Be Theirs And Free

I Fear It Is The Sign Of This World's Death Knell ;



When Some Choose Kayne West Over Shakespeare

When Some Must Count Characters Rather Than

Read Characters In Theater In Some Classical Play

Some Run From The Thought Of A Phone Call In Fear

When They Would Rather Text Just Because They Can ,

Or Ignore You If You Call Them Just Because They May

I Long For Old Days , When Respect Was More Than A Word

And This From One Who Said Never Trust One Over Thirty

And Now ?

I Cannot Believe It , But Never Ever Trust One Under Thirty !

When Did I Get Old ?

When Did Respect Die ?

Am I Really Asking For Too Much ?

When Did Our Souls Get Sold ?

When Did It Become Popular To Lie ?

Please Communicate , Just Stay In Touch !