The Cgi World Poem by Philip Carter

The Cgi World

Rating: 5.0


The Horse Chestnut seeds litter the ground
No one plays conkers anymore
The pavement has lost its chalk squares
Where hopscotch was played before
The glass balls, with their coloured bits
Seemed to have lost their pull
I remember playing marbles
In the playground, when at school
Other games we used to play
Have all but disappeared
Electronic games are now the norm
Is this something to be feared?
Everyone starts equally
In the world of CGI
And if you do not win the game
You can have another try
Maybe that's a good thing
As it's impossible to lose
If you get killed inside the game
Another route you will choose
But out here in the real world
You may only get one choice
And though you want to make an impact
You're just a solitary voice
You may have lots of Facebook friends
And others who play your games
But would you know them on the street?
Have they told you their real names?
Unless you can interact
With people who can feel
You may never find true happiness
Or a friendship that is real.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Thought of this when I saw lots of conkers on the ground.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John Brown 11 October 2013

Very well said Philip. I've played many games of conkers, and marbles, in my time. Wish I was still playing them. Good poem.

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Mark Dillon 08 October 2013

Great write and observation Phil, i was with my grandson when he saw a conker on the ground and didn't know what it was so I had some fun explaining it to him. The look on his face said it all as he is a child of the cgi generation. good poem

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Pradip Chattopadhyay 08 October 2013

You may have lots of Facebook friends And others who play your games But would you know them on the street? Have they told you their real names? penned it so well, Philip.

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