Save the mailman.

This is a poem I composed (désolée, en anglais seulement) relating to changes in our behaviour as a result of technology's rapid changes. Happy reading!

Save the mailman.

Holding a paper made of pulp

Delivered at your door

Read under the light's bulb

Walks and faithfully

Does his rounds in the neighborhood

Who now gives him credit

All these years worked so hard, doing all he could

What did he ever do wrong

To deserve such alienation

Technology took over

Victim of human creation

It has been around

even before telegram

Communication taken a new direction

With social media, instagram

Holding our dear one's thoughts on paper

We'd unwrap an enveloppe

Sent from friends and family afar

A beloved proposing to elope

Many stories could be told

From this ancient world of correspondence

One day will be recalled upon

As it sadly drifts away, victim of dominance

Sweet were the days

We'd patiently wait for a letter to arrive

Letting time take its course

Or unexpectedly, what a surprise

Much effort was put into it

Hand written, stamp sealed

Nowadays it takes a fraction of time

To send an email, anything could be revealed

Expression has taken on a new meaning

It has become instant

It's pushed us to process quickly

Including our emotions, at times very heavy

Impatient, we declare them at once

Not giving time its rightful place

To let things pass and dust settle

Frienships and relationships altered to a new level

What links us together now

Ties, inevitably have been transformed

A mother board, cell phones and wifi

Much in need of a reform

We still have human contact

Let this not be taken away

A phone call, a gathering

Voice conversations needed without delay

To bind us together as we were meant

Hearing their voice, seeing a face

From which we get much more

Today a rarity, almost a grace

We keep connected somehow

This much credit technology deserves

For those extended ties or loved ones

From whom otherwise would not be heard

In today's crazy times

Family members live in different countries

On technology we rely on

As we search for better lives, other realities

What awaits not sure I want to know

It must involve a robotic form

Things done so automatically

Ignoring human nature, what not to transform

On most days we are stable and coherent

Emotions and thoughts are part of our existence

Let that not be terminated one day

And become part of reminiscence

What is more blissful than a gathering

Doing an activity all enjoy

Dancing, board games or just conversations

Technology, please don't destroy!

Friends, acquaintances

Ties formed electronically

They cannot be compared

To real ones, at least not for me

Can they be trusted

What was your first impression

What lines were written

Perhaps an invention

In some cases maybe not

In the better good we are to believe

What brings us together

Is still our human nature, to my relief

Human senses remain untouched

Not yet replaced with robotic form

Or something more efficient

To save time and go faster, inform.

What do we do with all this extra time

Work longer hours, hoping to get a raise

I can call my mother tomorrow

Time is ticking, what a race

Do I really need a bigger house or new car

In the end what is more valuable

Than to be with loved ones

Why do we have to be so vulnerable

Gratitude is felt at this moment

The gift of time passing slowly

I can feel it running through my fingers

Caressing my inner child's hair, blissfully

We need much less than we think

Happiness can be so simple

Enjoying one's own company,

Savouring silence or solving a riddle

Families have evolved

Generations improving, hopefully

Most people feel they need to be connected

At all times, at least virtually

What keeps a family together

These days I wonder

So much importance in socializing online

How about listening to rain drops, sounds of thunder

Nature is all around us

At least to this day

It has brought me so much

Let us not go into astray

Unwrapping the gift of life

So much to be thankful for

Preserve what is precious

Our humanity, what not to ignore.