Elena Sandu

Different Times

Do you remember?
Those times
When we would know nothing
about being a tax payer?
We saved the entire week
money for a coke
And if two pennies haven't got
When each of us was broke
We would turn all our pockets
Inside out only to buy
The cheapest bottle
Of watered orange,
lemonade or lime.
The bottle would make
Only twice the round
Would be two sips for everyone
But done with such fairness,
Fuss and laughs
That when pure nakedness
Reached the bottle's bottom
We were all, perfectly satisfied.
No thirst no sorrow and not one to nag!
With happiness filled, then we'd hit the street
We could not walk, but dance or even skip!

... Same place. Different times...

The tables way smaller than then(*_-) .
Cute gray mixed with black hair man
Drinking his coke alone
Keeps busy buttoning his phone.
A girl with a very short skirt
On the near table
Would drink her coffee in a hurry
Trying to ignore the stare
Of a sitting opposite young lad.
A lady reading a Prada magazine
Sharing an eye to the coughing child
Who is almost finishing his drink
With a pink straw and too much ice.
The young couple keeps quiet
they're checking, writing
e-mails on their fancy Mac.
No other people.
No laughs nor talks.
Everyone seemed to be half dead
or half alive? !
or maybe only deathly bored...

...Sad change of times
I wonder now:
What keeps us being tight
serious and lonely my dear folks?

Submitted: Saturday, July 06, 2013
Edited: Saturday, July 06, 2013


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  • Veteran Poet - 2,582 Points Patricia Grantham (8/19/2013 9:23:00 AM)

    Oh Elena thank you for taking me back to those times when life was
    so very different than it is now. I remember the days a plain old soda
    pop was a delight to drink and a fruit flavored pop sickle was a pleasure
    to lick on. There were no ipads, smartphones or any kind high tech equipments
    back then. Seems the more we go forward we take two steps backward.
    A very inspiring write. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 15,138 Points Valsa George (7/25/2013 12:37:00 AM)

    Oh! Great Elena! This makes one sit and ponder! You put the drastic change that has come over everyone so realistically without exaggeration or the use of hyperbole! Each in his own self spun cocoon of existence! ! Enjoyed much and I award you a clean 10 for this rxcellent write! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 318 Points Danny Draper (7/11/2013 8:32:00 AM)

    Perhaps we need rules in such company to share all being communicated or get off the I. Devices. I do it too and am not a hypocrite but will share and then turn it off and can do both talk and text and laugh and be silent. But I will always share as that is an essence of humanity. Thought provoking Elena. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 120 Points Siyabonga A Nxumalo (7/9/2013 5:27:00 AM)

    As Khairul has rightly put it, technology has really robbed us of our emotions and civilization has also done us bad, what you talk about in this thought provoking poem of your my friend is true....
    Siya_! ! (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 5,139 Points Khairul Ahsan (7/6/2013 8:22:00 AM)

    Wonderful depiction of societal changes. Technology has taken away from us much more than what it has given. Science has given us motion, but taken away our emotion. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,553 Points Dinesh Nair (7/6/2013 6:16:00 AM)

    It is time for a lot of introception and social thoughts you have called for here. A good poem dear madam. (Report) Reply

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