Where is technology leading us. Have we become so dependent?
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Full Circle

In ancient times man sat in his cave,
When the daily hunt had been done
Telling tall tales, both bold and brave.
Then slept till the morning sun.

In other times they sat in their huts
And family sat around a warm fire
Grandpa told stories, while roasting nuts
Till everyone yawned as they started to tire.

In houses of stone, round pianos they sat
When the family met at setting of sun.
Sang songs and told tales, or just chewed the fat.
Then slept and dreamed of days of much fun.

Remember the days when with pride of place
The Wireless sat giving music and fun?
Lanza and Jolson, Flash Gordon in space
Here comes the Lone Ranger, riding into the sun.

Then came television, taking the space,
Where the wireless had stood with such pride.
But the Family still gathered to watch every face,
The Rifleman and Hitchcock, took us on fantasies ride.

Now it has come, that insidious box
It has influenced most, made separate our lives.
Each morning we sit, in pyjamas and socks.
Not seeing the children, husbands or wives.

Long dreary hours spent talking on chat.
Reading and writing our emails galore.
Then around mid-night, we realize we’ve sat,
Punching a keyboard, eighteen hours or more.

It seems to me, we’ve returned to a cave.
Where nothing distracts from keyboard and screen.
The Family, what’s that? To the mouse we’re enslaved.
Could we return to the times that have been?

We no longer sit round the fire at night.
To tell of our day, at work or at play.
To sing and to dance till morning’s first light.
No, we sit in dark rooms, bathed in Monitors pale light.

Robin. A. Spicer

© 10-05-2003