David Wood (07 April 1950 / London)
Sonnet 82: On Youth
All the youth of today want is their ‘I’ phone:
Communicate through social media,
Just sitting in their room all alone
Unknown friends acting all the seedier.
With very few real friends they are an island
Drifting through the day missing nature’s feast
They wear their loneliness like a garland
They are under the power of the beast.
So oblivious to the written word
Educationally barren, what a waste
And never hearing the song of a bird
They lack life’s experience and have no taste.
Oh, what does the future hold for our youth?
Will they grow up and learn of nature’s truth.
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