The Mobile Phone

On getting up each morning,

Be it with family or alone

Before they even dress themselves

They check their mobile phone.

They carry it with them through the day

No matter where they’re goin’,

Whether to the toilet or the office

They must have their mobile phone.

Try to talk about the weather

Or which way the wind is blowin’

They’ll always get their answer

From their handheld mobile phone.

In a cafe in the town

My heart just wants to moan

Watching children eat in silence

While Mammy checks her phone.

Or maybe it’s the other way

And the habit has now grown

That  junior plays his little games

On Mammy’s mobile phone.

Conversation is no more

Just a sulky monotone

“Haven’t time to talk right now

I’m on my mobile phone.”

Walking through the city

Everyone is on their own

Talking animatedly

On their mobile phones.

Their friends may be beside them

But no companionship is shown

As they are all too busy

Texting on their phone.

Modern technology is wonderful

But I never can condone

All this precious waste of time

On  flashy mobile phones.

The dead must turn in their graves

And cry ochón ochón

I’ve nobody to talk to now

I never brought my mobile phone!

Peg Prendeville