NeverHeardOfHer

Modern Times

The store, the new one, up the street,
it has no walk for me,
the only one who doesn't go
by car or s.u.v.

And in the store I'm all alone;
must be some TV show.
That's all they'll talk about at work--
some stars I just won't know.

But when I say "Guess what's on sale?"
and "Should I get us some?"--
how odd--I talk into my hand;
I see what I've become.

Philo

This is fun, thoughtful and observant. 'Talk into my hand' thats a kick. Nice.

NeverHeardOfHer

Thank you, Philo, for your feedback -- the first comment on my first poem at this site!

MisterSpider

This is really great. It was truthful and entertaining, like every poem should be.

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NeverHeardOfHer

Thank you, Mr. Spider. I appreciate your feedback.