Ode to the “I” phone

They walk down the street,

Heads lowered to the ground,

As if not a soul is 

Anywhere around

Cars may pass, 

people walking by,

On concrete or on grass,

world has shrunk -what remains is the “I”.

 No, the world 's an oyster,

 press a button and see,

a private space-my cloister,

Whatever I want I can be.

I can text, talk and skype,

any place any hour ,

whether to praise or to gripe,

its within everyone's power

no longer apart,

or terribly bored,

now instantly smart

entertained as a lord.

A mirror to look at 

and  indulgently preen,

the world’s again  flat,

its all on a screen.

Ere the I phone,

not  long ago

Feeling so alone

Without a place to go

But now, beyond space and time,

a gentle tap,

on the lap,

no need Mt. Everest to climb

The world at finger's tip

Like God feel divine

From app to app we flip,

our shrine , a click on line.

Life  is now a great joy,

so eat , drink and be merry,

As long as your toy

is a Noika or Blackberry.